Those years of hate
Concealed one religion's fate.
Those horrid times,
Those people who died,
They only had hope,
Not even a coat.
Those years of hate,
Have expired their date.
The people who cried,
Their hands were tied.
Millions of times that bell did toll
With their heads held high the devils did stroll
Even through all the lies they told.
Those years of hate,
Some say were never a date,
But for those whose lives
Were taken during those times
There was nothing more real
Than living with hardly any meals.
Than the lives they lived in living hell
Their story has much more to tell
Too much for anyone else to understand.
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Darkened Souls: First Collection
PoetryForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.
