ANOTHER DAY ALIVE
Poem about the Holocaust
There’s still the smell of horror,
Surrounding my heart.
Death was so close,
That every day was a new start.
The whole day we had to work,
Freezing because of the cold,
Plus the cold caused by injustice,
To gain a piece of bread.
It was a time of pain and fear,
And keeping silence in order to survive.
The only thing we had in mind,
Was to be one more day alive
Pen-name:Oreste Omar Corbatta
Category C
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