Barbed Wire
When the barbed wire is rusted away
And the wooden huts have fallen to the earth
When the whistling wind no longer carries their cries
And the pitiful survivors as those also who tormented them
Have returned to the earth as the dust from whence they came
Who will remember the vile injustices done to the Jews
And those others whom didn't fit into Nazi ideology
Go tell the world so that it will never happen again.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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