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the time has come
when each of you shall be designated
by a mere number

and just like what happens to those
who die
without a name without a face
so shall each of you also die
without a trace

the gas chambers of Auschwitz
again shall send the foul odored smoke
to the clear serene skies

i see all of you
silently weeping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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