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Prickly, wiry barbs poked at their hearts and minds but could not puncture them and every day they thought, and hoped, and prayed for the strength to go on. “…May his great name be blessed, forever and ever….” Would they ever escape this damp, dark, slaughterhouse, this barbed wire altar of despair, they asked themselves, “…May there be abundant peace from heaven, and life, upon us and upon all Israel….” where their only purpose was to be killed like common livestock? Their parched, cracked lips noiselessly mouthed questions. But even in the camps the sun rose each day and the nightmare was one day closer to ending and the wire was rusting. And with the memory of that wire they would build a new nation in Israel. ”…He who makes peace in his high holy places, may he bring peace upon us, and upon all of Israel; and say Amen.” And never forget. This is a poem about the Holocaust. I think it is the right length but I am not sure. THE TALE OF MYSTERY MIST “Unidentified object coming towards portside.
Approximate Word count = 712
Approximate Pages = 2.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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