Poems About: HOLOCAUST

In this page, poems on / about “holocaust” are listed.

  • 85.
    Go home and die

    (For those who died because of the holocaust
    Of the AIDS denialism of Thabo Mbeki)

    'Nobody knows you when you're down and out read more »

    ngaka motaung
  • 86.
    The Game Of Butchery

    Bomb blast then holocaust,
    Blood here, blood there,
    And blood all around
    Is the fate of my countrymen. read more »

    Muhammad Shanazar
  • 87.
    Harmony

    Dedicated to All Those Who Were Victims of The Holocaust

    Death is a shut door,
    But on one side there is pandemonium, read more »

    Ben Borkan
  • 88.
    The Fall of Man

    The Fall of Man.

    We study the Holocaust at school.
    “The Catastrophe, ” read more »

    JAE JAE
  • 89.
    Toward the Close

    Time grows upon us until we exhaust
    Hope's possibilities, and then we die
    Who thus of life each make a holocaust read more »

    Robert Crawford
  • 90.
    Irving and Ahmadinejad make the case

    I'm glad David Irving is free
    He should never have been on trial
    Nor jailed on charges in Austria
    Of Holocaust denial read more »

    Frank Bana
  • 91.
    The One True Religion

    I.
    Researchers say Mormons have continued
    to posthumously baptize Jewish Holocaust victims
    into their faith despite a promise to discontinue the practice read more »

    Michael Philips
  • 92.
    The Görings

    Albert Göring, Hermann’s younger brother
    Helped Jews and Czechs escape the Holocaust
    His forebears numbered Counts and social thinkers
    His godfather, a Jew, supplied his home read more »

    sheena blackhall
  • 93.
    Moonrise Over Tyringham

    Now the high holocaust of hours is done,
    And all the west empurpled with their death,
    How swift oblivion drinks the fallen sun, read more »

    Edith Wharton
  • 94.
    erewhile a holocaust

    The phoenix that erewhile has from a holocaust
    arisen is reborn anew, molecularly
    distinguished from its predecessors, having lost
    all contact with its past, now living secularly read more »

    gershon hepner
  • 95.
    Mother Moon

    With the heart of a holocaust
    It's no wonder my pale skin
    Is black and swollen with truth.
    Open wounded scars revel read more »

    Jay Spence
  • 96.
    Myself

    Overgrown with careworn tundra,
    The sky is yet friendly after holocaust the way
    Mountains pretend to be beautiful in their
    Apathy read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
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