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The Holocaust
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2003 Poetry We see the old photographs and can't believe,
that so many people were treated in such a way.
An entire race dragged through the blackness,
that one man could create and follow through.
The holocaust it has come to be called in the world,
one of man's darkest hours of shame and regret.
Shame on us all for allowing one man's hate,
to go unstopped for so long to such a tragic end.
We must be vigilant to what goes on in this time,
for there are those that possess the same hate now.
If we're not careful someday others will look,
at old photographs and say the same things as I.
