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Little houses, white and small
with Broken window panes,
where we wait for death's call
like slaves in chains.
Gone are all the wooden fences
burned to keep us warm
hoping for one-in-a-million chances,
to escape the nazis scorn.
Children hungry and swollen
Behind the barbed wire
Their childhood from them stolen
Soon they will become a pire.
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Older people scurrying around
to find a piece of bread
no foot is to be found,
not a crumb to be had.
Sickness all around
with sadness in every heart,
to die we are bound,
we had no chance from the start.
Will we leave the Ghetto alive?
What will our destiny be ?
The pain is sharp like a knife
Will we ever be free ?
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