Pushed and shoved,
Just wanting to be loved,
I do as I'm told,
If I'm to suffer through,
the horrors yet to unfold,
We the few survive.
Crowded together,
We birds of a feather
Go left or right
and with all my might,
I hope to make it through the night.
It burns and itches,
the mark from the stealers of our riches.
Our captors' voices make us twitch,
In fear of needing a stitch.
Our plight,
That has no end in sight
with snow so white,
we dare not flee or fight
in fear of our demise;
So we look to the skies.
Many have died,
And we who survived,
Shall always remember:
That our free rein,
Came by the hands,
Of the Allies.
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Was another assignment, this is from the perspective of the abused people of Hitler in World War II, and I hope I did them justice. God Bless you if you read this!:)
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Poetry of Mine
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