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He Came

7/22/2018

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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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