All around are skin and bones
Stifling along in dirt and snow
No warmth, no shelter and no home
Brought here by force and cast alone
Their families lost amidst the storm
Are they dead or alive? No one knows
What’s really become of these tortured souls?
Mistreated and harmed from their head to their toes
Doesn’t matter if they’re rich or old
Or famous with talents to behold
Their stories, their lives, and their pasts erode
Amidst the salvage as their blood runs cold
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Author:
HolesInMyJeans (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sobibor was an extermination camp during the holocaust.
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Comments2
Dark and tragic it speak tribute to the past and its horrors. Well written
Thank you
A sad and touching write of the dark and tragic past, and the price so many innocent people paid, nicely expressed
Thank you
You are very welcome
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