6000000
A holocaust poem
“Facts,” she says.
“6,000,000 died,”
That’s all. Numbers.
Like 1, 2, 3, 4 and 105.
One two three four and one hundred and five.
There is no difference. But they are lives.
Lives of people like me and you. Souls that were lost.
Souls that were taken with no rights.
6,000,000. 6 Million.
Years to die.
Days to count.
Minutes to kill.
With no rights. Just two world.
“Kill them”
And they will die.
They are cursed.
With no one to blame.
“Why me?” she says.
“Why not him?” he says.
But why? Why them?
Why not him? Or her?
Or me?
Or you?
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For me? Will you join me in death? (and other short stories and poems)
Short StoryA short poem about a dead girl who is jealous of her lover's new boyfriend. Also contains other poems that I wrote.
