Last Train To Auschwitz
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Train ride, in a windowless freight wagon,
rocked back and forth, with the clatter
and vibration as it snaked on the rail score.
Packed shoulder to shoulder,
overpowered by their own stench.
Separated from their families,
unfed, with only snow to eat,
cold, with only the bodies
next to them for warmth,
as the train traveled for days.
Resettlement to the East
It was not fully understood, why?
4/22/2021
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2021
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