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  October's Child

Little Ones


Innocent one, allow me to ask of you,
"How does starvation feel"?
And please, tell me of things you            
Endured beneath the Nazi heel


Eyes without life, an emaciated shell
Clothed in the pain of Hitler's curse.
How many were taken; how many fell
These little ones, without song or verse


Arbeiten macht frei across the gate
Of Hitler's demonic insanity;
Maniacs controlling their fate
Inside Buchenwald's inhumanity..


Innocent one, allow me to ask you,
"How does the cloak of terror feel"?
As you hide behind the mask you
Wear, your horror to conceal


Do not allow such barbarities to dim
Forget not the faces of the grim reapers
We must be on guard never letting them
Suffer; after all we are their keepers


Look not at their color, faith or reason,
For the young ones can not fight.
Give them an hour, a day and a season
Little angels framed in God's light....


Come now little ones and take my hand,
Let me blanket you from all fear,
Lean on me as we take a stand
And pray that others will join us here


Collaborative Creation
Pupwee & Poetic2050

* 12-20-2011 *

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