| THE CAMPS | ||||||
| Something else from tenth grade...this one being a poem from U.S.History | ||||||
| Torturous, never-ending death Without friends to confide. Forced to work, to be strong Or be killed instantly. Days, weeks, months and years, They were tortured and mocked, hung and beat. They watched the others suffer. They watched each other turn to corpses. Then they were saved. Now they are forced to live A torturous, never-ending death Of the memories. |
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