The response
I wrote a poem about the holocaust
and then I had a dream that I was there
among the broken and the lost
I was watching as they walked to there deaths
but they were smileing and waving at me
like they had no worrys or regrets
My hand out streched
my knees planted in the snow
I grabbed for them
but it was like they wanted to go
The last guy before my dream came to an end
seemed to wisper to me
its okay your our freind
I awoke all frightened and ashamed
about what I had written
did I use there suffering in vain
But I think it was a sign to tell me good
job you did not forget us up here with god
So I thought about what should I write back
I hope its good or I will be getting a response back.
poem by Vincent Armone
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