The Holocaust
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I hold the gun in my handsits pointed towards innocenceI can't control my thoughtswhen and why did it come to this?
A ball, a bat, a toy gun, a train
suspenders, a cap, and tiny black shoes
little boys playing stickball
on the dusty street.
A jump rope, a doll, a china tea set
brown curls, a bow, and a ruffled pink dress
Ignorance and feigned optimism,
Can one day become one’s prison.
The arrival of gun heavy Germans ought to have warned
Those of Sighet who were about to mourn
The abrupt loss of freedom and religion
