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Arbeit Macht Frei

A pitiful heap of emaciated bodies Unceremoniously discarded into a vast mass grave Falling limp and lifeless like marionettes with strings so brutally cut I close my eyes to shut out the horror but I can still see them What seems an eternal nightmare has lasted but a day

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Published: Aug 11, 2010
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Notes: Wrote this while doing a human rights/holocaust education course. You really can't get those images out of your head.

(c) Jesse Bourque

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