Streaming barbed wires stretch
like the tail of a serpent circling its victim
bringing it to a slow death
its thorns jab into the flesh which had been whipped
by the masters of torture

Torture sucks the air out of the prisoners
leaving them deflated, skinny miniatures of humans
piled high in mass graves under sorrowed pine trees,
bent in sadness

Sadness erupts from the heart of the survivors
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers
killed in shuffling lines
as the sun sets and rises in the red sky

A pond of tears
filled with water of the soul
poured in by the Jews,
their ashes float to the surface
swimming for freedom

by Kara K. Bichler

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