71 Poem by RIC BASTASA
71
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.
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