Pity Those

TEETH ACHING WITH FEAR
STANDING IN FRONT OF ME
WASTING HUMAN FLESH

PITY THOSE WHO HAVE NO MERCY
NO KINDNESS

PITY THOSE
WHO MARCH US
TOWARD THE FIRE

THE SMOKE OF THEIR TORMENT
WILL GO UP FOREVER
PITY THOSE.

PITY THOSE
UNITED SATATES
HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL MUSEUM
JULY11,2000

poem by Dicky Cantrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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