The blood
The deaths The injuries, The ear-throbbing Noise of planes Flying over head Every second From 1939 To 1945, Who knows Everything that Happened. The Jews The families The communities, All destroyed Because of One person With the power Of controlling The conversations Held on the streets All over the world. The endless days Never knowing When they Would all be free. Giving up everything Just to hope For survival. The lies The secret chambers The gas, Killing millions Like bouncy balls Popping on a Knife in the ground This was the war World War Two
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