I wonder
what the hell it must
have been like when
the stormtroopers came.
Surely it wasn't like
a visit from the relatives,
they had schedules to keep,
Star of David passes to hand out
for the crowded overland train trek
to the gas showers or the ovens,
no choice given.
And we think things are tough,
worried about the color of our socks
& writing poetry.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
I wonder
what the hell it must
have been like when
the stormtroopers came.
Surely it wasn't like
a visit from the relatives,
they had schedules to keep,
Star of David passes to hand out
for the crowded overland train trek
to the gas showers or the ovens,
no choice given.
And we think things are tough,
worried about the color of our socks
& writing poetry.
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