Hannah Diane Williams
I Am The Holocaust - Poem by Hannah Diane Williams
I am the evil that was seen
With a mustache on his face...
I am the ones that were
Held against there will
I am the sound that was
Heard of screaming, begging for a way out.
I am the innocent blood that was
Shed on these evil fields.
I am the flesh that was
Torn beyond the wired gates.
I am the tears that were
Seen crying on these graves.
I am The Holocaust.
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