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Aug 2010
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
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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