holocaust poem

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  • Dedicated to the boy in the striped pyjamas
                                    

As we march to the chambers,

This is the end.

We will not see daylight again or our families,

This is the end.

We raise our hand to the sky saying, “Heil Hitler”,

This is the end.

The person who is doing this, “The Final Solution”,

This is the end.

We see others fall beneath us as we walk,

This is the end.

I see my mother, I run but no it was not,

This is the end.

I’m the only one left, mother, father all gone,

This is the end.

Now we are being shaved, a shower we were told,

This is the end.

And now it’s my turn I line up and know,

the end is here.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 28, 2013 ⏰

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