'help us, help us!' the children cry,
'why is it us destined to die?'
Nazis saw the Jews as filth,
but it wasn't the streets they should've tilth.
needless to say, they lost their minds,
in horrible conditions they were confined.
driven by fear
while death looms near
don't trust the men in uniforms kid,
they're the opposite of kind.
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SOFTIE
Poetrysure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
