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Source:
Adults
Author:
Jan Miklaszewicz
Title:
Who dares?
Think clinking chains, a scream, a slowing train;
that day as dark and deadly as the Styx;
smoke bled across the skyline like a stain;
red souls fired from a gun of blackened brick.
We shivered in the courtyard, weak and sick:
gone frail to the bones with freezing fear.
In rags put to the shovel and the pick;
at night upon a pallet made of tears.
Although the Lord in heaven sent the meat,
T'was Lucifer himself despatched the cooks.
Our hearts lay unmolested 'neath their feet;
Our bodies were the only things they took.
Who dares to ask us turn away aghast
and let it fade to nothing in the past?
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