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From the View of a Jew
February 12, 2015
As I was sitting awake at 5am in the Barrack,
I didn’t know where the tumult was coming from.
I wanted to elude,
but I couldn’t move.
I was oblivious to the fact that I could be killed any moment,
but then again I just didn’t care.
As I felt my feet touching the cold floor,
I was too scared to move an inch.
If I walked out I would just pass by the crematoria,
and smell my fathers flesh.
As I opened my eyes,
I saw my wizened self living an old nightmare.
© Jacques L., Reserve, LA
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