Schadenfreude | Teen Ink


February 17, 2009
By violetbaudelaire BRONZE, Carencro, Louisiana
violetbaudelaire BRONZE, Carencro, Louisiana
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Names of those we
will never know,
ghosts of an
awful past,
towers filled with smoke from their bodies,
and the sky polluted with ash.
Milk and bread,
the supper I was fed,
water I desired.
Yet through the rain
the kiss of death sang
a song of
blood and fire.

The author's comments:
I dedicate this poem to all victims of the Holocaust and others who may have perished terribly.

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