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The Holocaust
by
Charles Okafor
Night Fall
was cast,
Like blankets over their faces
And the cries blot out the silence, from
The death friendly camps in the Tundra
Death was let loose by the barrels
Some hundreds slumped,
And were thrown into the open
Their bullet skins
Told the tale of horror,
Before the vultures came
To feast upon the dead
On the blood stained snow of Siberia
And generations were wasted,
When many slept the eternal
Forlorn they watched
As several lorries left for the prisons
And no more many saw their fathers
The land was pregnant with oppression
Today thy treacherous face is hidden
Oh you Holocaust
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