The Holocaust

Their skin is bare
And there hair is gone
They work and work
From morning to dawn

Their breaks are scarce
Their sadness echoes
Treated like slaves
Dropping like geckos

Grab a shovel and a rake
Every day was the same
They waited and waited
But freedom never came

The lunch was pitiful
The time was slow
Not even one soul
Was left with a glow

The Holocaust

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