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This is a poem I wrote in 2002 for my Facing History and Ourselves class
I looked on in horror
images of rape and death
a baby crying alone amid total destruction
"it would be alright if we only raped them"
bayonet practice
people being mauled
no longer human beings
but sheep and dogs instead
sickness
revolution
anger
how can people have no conscience
where do their souls go?
killing machines
all part of war
denial
immunity of the heart
scars yet to heal
untold sorrow and tears
"bullets bleed holes"
cries unheard
times untold in history
“the forgotten holocaust”