Poem #8 Part 1

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This is for all who died in the Holocast and survied.

Life expects

A happy ending

Nothing but happy

Yet life is full of hurt

Not gleaming faces in some places

Sadness all around

for every good there is a bad just waiting

Like fire wat is burned is lost

but what grows under the ashess lives

So the holocast

Was the fire rageing and pain

But what came out was life

11 million reasons to live, love and to survive.

Shall I wonder why must we hurt

I will say it is for those who can not hurt anymore.

Those who cried and who didnt have to die

Nor did those wo cried and died by fire

To whom survived

They tried to thrive

For life would never be the same

Yet we wonder how

How some one could kill so many

And people think of him as god

And think richous of him

People burned

They laughed ( the nazis)

Called them ( the jews) rubish

They (the nazis) spit on them ( jews spit got spit on)

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