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White wings tainted with blood
Flowers are dirt, and dirt becomes mud
A sword in one hand, becomes terror in another
Today we are destroyed, brother by brother
We've fallen to the land and whims of despair
To die is a promise, to survive is a dare
Our spirits are one, our grief shall be mourned
Until we are saved, our freedom lies adjourned
Flowers are dirt, and dirt becomes mud
A sword in one hand, becomes terror in another
Today we are destroyed, brother by brother
We've fallen to the land and whims of despair
To die is a promise, to survive is a dare
Our spirits are one, our grief shall be mourned
Until we are saved, our freedom lies adjourned
We had to write a poem about the Holocaust in AP Lang based on Elie Wiesel's book "Night." I actually really enjoyed this assignment (minus the nightmares the book gave me about being burned alive.)
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that be a very good poem matey (arrrrg! I'm a pirate!)