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Around that table, picture the scene Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean What were the topics on the Agenda that day The Jewish race is about to pay Who gave the right for this decision that's made Who has the right to cleanse and degrade To decide who lived, to decide who dies Another chapter, I still wonder why They came in the day they came in the night Women and children pulled out of sight Herded aboard like cattle and sheep Many a family awoke from their sleep Dazed and confused as they are taken away Where will they be at the end of the day From their warm houses and their warm beds What must be going through their heads As they travel through days and through the night Up ahead, they see lots of lights They depart the trucks and board the train Their faces scared under the strain Asking questions from family and others Generations, sisters and brothers Why are we here, where are we going Windowless carriages with no way of knowing We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty Towers and wire, topped with sentries What can this place be they have taken us to As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through Families separated, herded in file Women and children, not one did smile Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved Is this the way humans behaved Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower No signs of water no signs of power Doors slammed as we are all crammed in History will recall this evil of sins As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith Can hear the voices can't see the face Noises above, do the showers start The event has begun that tells us Humans apart Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight Some thing is falling then their slammed tight A strange aroma starts to fill the air As all around are screams of despair Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife Two thousand people, two thousand lives Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide Contribute to this Genocide http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php

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Date: 5/21/2011 4:28:00 AM
You tell this story well. I am going to part 2 to see how it ends.
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Date: 4/27/2009 7:26:00 PM
My dad helped liberate one of those death camps. My mom would tell his story that he had told to her. she would always break down in tears saying it was the saddest of sights he had ever seen. She would document the facts with pictures he had sent back. The saddest part is it still goes on. God Bless. Ron
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