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Tens of millions of men, women and children murdered But what do we care? Genocide-systematically killing, ****** and harming But what do we care? We say "never again" that turned into "never again, again" And twenty-thousand children born for one-hundred days of forced pleasure Families ripped apart, homes destroyed, and murder-murder We say it but do we get it? Do we really GET it? Do we really grasp the fact of people's lives being ended forcefully for no other reason than someone "disagrees" for no other reason than someone's "different But what do we care? Blue eyes, blonde hair, bright skin to the right Brown eyes, black hair, dark skin to the left Those on the right go home, Those on the left no longer have homes for concentration camps are now their homes The sent of freshly brewed lipton tea has now been replaced by the harsh fumes of zyklon-B Unsure of their next meal, if you could call it that at all, unsure of their next beating, the next time they'll be ***** unsure of what'll be theirs last breath before death Feeling unsure and not secure But please tell me, what do we care?
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
what do we care-a slam peom
Tens of millions of men, women and children murdered But what do we care? Genocide-systematically killing, ****** and harming But what do we care? We say "never again" that turned into "never again, again" And twenty-thousand children born for one-hundred days of forced pleasure Families ripped apart, homes destroyed, and murder-murder We say it but do we get it? Do we really GET it? Do we really grasp the fact of people's lives being ended forcefully for no other reason than someone "disagrees" for no other reason than someone's "different But what do we care? Blue eyes, blonde hair, bright skin to the right Brown eyes, black hair, dark skin to the left Those on the right go home, Those on the left no longer have homes for concentration camps are now their homes The sent of freshly brewed lipton tea has now been replaced by the harsh fumes of zyklon-B Unsure of their next meal, if you could call it that at all, unsure of their next beating, the next time they'll be ***** unsure of what'll be theirs last breath before death Feeling unsure and not secure But please tell me, what do we care?
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
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