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It'll Be Okay

Hold my hand, don't ever let go close your eyes, it'll save you from the war we're in. Innocence doesn't matter. Can you smell the burning embers? Cling to me, I'll protect you. The horrors surrounding us won't Taint you no matter how hard they try i promise. I scream and you cry. It's just another day on the train, Cold and starving, surrounded by others dressed in filth. Death's perfume rest in The air. Filling our lungs Making it so hard to breathe. "It'll be okay" My hands cover your ears in hope that the others' tears wont haunt your dreams too. Can you smell the burning embers?? In the distance, I hear Their orders. Slowly, The crowd moves Taking you from me. Our fingers cling to each other As dirty tears slip down our faces. They come and rip you away. There's nothing I can do. a number is put on my arm. Have they branded you the way they Did me?? All of us are Treated like we're parasites My dignity is destroyed when they force me to take off my clothes. I cry again When cold water splashes Me Herded with the others, I try to find you but to no avail. My head hangs When i realize that I'm alone Days and weeks pass. Night is the worst, the cold cuts into me like a knife through butter. a light shone into my eyes forces me awake. They grab me from the ground and push me into a room. Again, they take away my rags. Naked, I'm forced into A small room with Showerheads. Fingers touch my shoulder, I turn to see you and shout with happiness as we embrace. The showers turn on. Your eyes water and I cough. It's suddenly hard to breathe. we cling togetger and cough. around us, others are falling. together, we collapse. I smile. "It'll be okay."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/30/2012 1:15:00 AM
Heaven a dreadful part of history, man's inhumanity to man will never be surpassed by the events to the jews...it couldn't be anything other than a sad poem...David
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