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The American Holocaust

How many died fighting not to get caught? How many died on those ships, in their chains? Or, died in those fields with nothing to gain, Overworked after they all had been bought. Who died, trying to flee where he was brought? How many died from the whip and the pain; At the end of a nuse, where they remain. Is there a number that you have been taught? You allowed us to go without a count, Washing your hands clean of the blood splatter. Blood was spilled, but we can not count an ounce, To quiet your "questionable" chatter. So, if we could come up with an amount, Then you "might" understand that it matters.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/5/2010 5:44:00 PM
there is no end for mortal man, not on the surface where we preside...good write, DC, jimbo
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Date: 7/26/2010 2:56:00 PM
How right you are ..yet we do have numbers for how many died in the WWII holocaust & for how many died at Hiroshima & Nagasaki but still on and on we fight & kill and die to prove whose country or faith is "right" or die so that those who "have" can continue having "everything." We poets can only speak we can not make them listen. Light & Love
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Date: 7/26/2010 7:24:00 AM
i like stories about struggle,between justice and gulit my own mind juggles.me i was a slave born to sin but now i'd rather die on my feet that live on my knees
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