This poem is written in memory of all the Holocaust victims.
Flower Blooms
Outside my window sill
Beside the swing
In the old playground
Flower Blooms
The Flower Bloomed
Next to the barbed-wire fence
I see through this window
In the building I'm forced to call home
The Flower Bloomed
This Flower Grows
Tall and full of petals so white
Swaying and Shaking in the cold winter breeze
They're watching, waiting, coming closer and closer
The Flower Grows
The Flower Fell
The night they came
Dragging me away
Yellow, Red, and Orange illuminated against the dark
The Flower Fell
There are no words that can describe the horrific and tragic events of the Holocaust. Hell, even horrific and tragic can't. And although I was not alive during this sickening time, I would like to apologize to everyone who died in those camps. It was inhumane and disgusting the way you had to go. This poem was written for you.
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