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War Virus - Holocaust PoemThe Bloodshed on this peaceful battlefield,
the place that used to be peaceful.
He calls us animals, monsters, while we are not.
We hide, we run, we are caught, we are killed
The soft darkness in the lifeless eyes of our brothers,
our sisters, our mothers, our fathers, our children.
No longer shall I hide!
I would rather be put to death than live so near it,
I will run out to the streets and rebel the order.
Live as a human or die protecting my beliefs.
As the war virus spreads more and more people are helping him.
The children learn us not as people, but as aliens, unwanted and broken
This war virus has gotten him an army of many,
and lessened our innocent people.
The few of us that do go against order do so separately and fall divided
Up the stairs I ran bursting through the concealed door and into the streets,
A few meters ahead officers saw, I moved running towards them.
Tears fell from my face as I shrieked to them that I am human, I have rights.
Kicking, punching, moving, and scr
Cold, I StandThe frosty wind,
an arctic chill.
A unsigned letter to you I send,
reading, if myself I decide to kill.
The cold it knocks
my veins begin to freeze shut,
the connections to my heart seal with locks.
All can be solved with a single cut.
My blood begins to chill and frost,
my lungs start to ice away
Deep inside all I feel is lost
night slowly becomes from the day
Cold, I stand
frozen I lay, and
ice covers the cold barren land
Cold, I stand.
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