Snap! Perfect selfie
A tick on the bucket list
Another holiday memory
from a trip,
to Auschwitz...
There are flowers here in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
A flower number 55 is red
Like the blood that had been shed
A flower number 129 smells like gas
Like the chambers that took lives
A flower number 3 078 smells like pain
Endured, in a torture every day
A flower number 20 503 smells like fear
Of living and dying in agony
A flower number 400 076
is too weak to smell like anything
There are 1 300 000 flowers in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
But who will remember that...
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
Snap! Perfect selfie
A tick on the bucket list
Another holiday memory
from a trip,
to Auschwitz...
There are flowers here in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
A flower number 55 is red
Like the blood that had been shed
A flower number 129 smells like gas
Like the chambers that took lives
A flower number 3 078 smells like pain
Endured, in a torture every day
A flower number 20 503 smells like fear
Of living and dying in agony
A flower number 400 076
is too weak to smell like anything
There are 1 300 000 flowers in Auschwitz
Growing on the blood-soaked ground
But who will remember that...
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