genocide

I hear a sound coming from the street hob nail boots on 
NAZIS feet.

Banging on our door WE have come for you  
YOUR name is on our list because your a JEW.

Friends and neighbours people I knew all being persecuted
just for being a JEW.

We had no identity to show who we are just known 
as a JEW and a big YELLOW STAR.

Marched to the train station we are out of luck 
we are loaded into a wooden cattle truck.

Door slide shut the world out of site travelling
all day and through out the night

Not knowing where we are going or what should we do
why are we punished for being a JEW

6 million JEWS were murdered a genocide was done 
this a reminder not just for JEWS BUT FOR EVERYONE....

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