The Holocaust
So I visited the Holocaust museum and then wrote this poem about it....
As I stepped through the door,
Tears filled my eyes.
Looking at the horror.
Seeing Hitler's lies.
He convinced so many people,
that this genocide was right.
He even killed the cripple.
So they'd go down without a fight.
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