Auschwitz
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If one child had not been taken -
had not been shot,
had not been slain -
if one more child had remained standing,
think of the heroes
she could have named.
If one child had told her stories,
It is here where the birds refuse to fly, and the animals, graze
For on this spot people have died
There was no one here to save
The tattered souls of the depraved
The cattle car stopped, our ten day trip we hoped to be through
So much hatred from a Nazi, so much hatred toward a Jew
Our belongings were taken, to where we don’t know
The pile of suitcases beginning to grow
