Holocaust

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Who do you think? Can't you hear them

crying?
Praying?
Singing?

Where do you think?


To the graves and the farms, let us dance with the unsold slaves.

I hear them.
I see them.
I am blinded. I am deafened.


But never hold your head up high and say it didn't happen.





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