Friday, September 7, 2018

i sit before the lonely man
wno tells me
that he lost his father in the holocaust
that i too
mourn for his father
and for every father mother and child
lost in every holocaust across the world
across time
i weep every time a child's limb
is torn from her body
the violent carnage that rips our guts
and tries to steal our souls

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