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Holodomor

Ukraine was a beautiful place, I was told.The rolling fields of green, the flat 
squares of wheat.Small farms clustered along dirt roads where children played.Now 
filled with the lingering stench of death.The farms once overflowing with hard work 
and laughter now sit silent.
I'm speaking softly to myself so my thoughts will be heard by someone.I'm alone 
and dying of starvation.Yesterday I turned nine years old, there was no 
celebration.Tomorrow when the glorious sun slowly rises and floods the empty 
fields with light, I'll be dead.The cold hearted Russian soldiers came with anger and 
frustration and took everything.My village, once a moving breathing community has 
been slowly starved to death, without remorse.
This night seems colder than most, my mind keeps floating in and out of purpose, 
I've found none.All have died and I'm the last of my family
Yesterday when the sun was setting I heard scratches and whispers at the front 
door,asking for food, I had none.Within hours the sound stopped as they died 
laying upon the cold wooden planks of night.
No one is coming and the pain has stopped.I'm tired and going to quietly drift into 
a deep sleep, foreverThey say I am a pretty girl, but I'll never know
Tomorrow the Russians will sweep through and burn our village.No one will ever 
know we were ever here.They'll be an emptiness where there was life.
Death is welcome.These rolling fields will be filled now with the ghosts of 
innocence searching for a place lost in the ashes of time.

Contest..Genocide ..Speak for the Lost
8/27/14

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  1. Date: 8/27/2014 6:03:00 PM

    This broke my heart, but I'm sure that is exactly what happened/is happening. I am ashamed to say I had to look up Holodomor...great write my dear. BG

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