He came
He came and concored our homes He came and sent us to a place A place just for us Trying to get rid of us When that was not working we were sent Sent out of our villages into camps Camps were humans could barly survive If we could work we were slaves Doing work that should not be allowed We were slaves Those who could not work went to these building Inside those building they died Never to be seen again When he was losing his war He took us And he marched us just to kill us Luckly his neighbors came They came and saved us After he was killed We tryed to go home Yet our homes were stolen So we decided to go Go to the promised land It was our new home A home we had to build
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AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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