Mine are mostly those written in
Arnie Wachman's poems or Anne
Frank's diary, children going "left"
to concentration camps while
parents go "right" to some other
Hitler's hell, young Jewish boys
growing up to be set free to only
God knows what life, death or both.
Holocaust memories tell how real
the hatred, how ugly the people
who practice it. So much time
passes between sad moments that
I can hardly feel the joy of
liberation, but I always remember
the people, the promise, lands of
abundance lives of freedom
Copyrighted © December 9, 2009 Latorial Faison
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