Holocaust Sonnet


Every one started to walk
They trudged through mud
They did not talk
The gutters were filled with blood
There were fired guns hots
it was like blood coming out of a faucet
Stomachs were in knots
When they walked out of Auschwitz
We couldn't believe the Russians
It was nothing but death
There were also many concussions
Every one was out of breath
They walked on death marches
When they were done, it was all gone.

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