Amidst the Flames

In Auschwitz we lie.
Never to see the sun again.
If only one more time to see.
But still, the sun cannot be near to me.
In the graves we lie.
Each of us without a name... Just a number.
We had been in a tragedy.
An injustice to our humanity.
The Germans had wronged us.
They took all we had.
Yet there is one thing that they did not take.
They did not take our pride.
Even while we were amidst the flames.
And even as we burned our souls were kept safe.
The frailest energy of life that we had left stayed...
Amidst the flames.

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