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"Child of the Holocaust"

As I trudge slowly off the train
I see soldiers, guns all around, pointed at me.
Why am I here? I ask myself as soldiers yell.
In this new place, I am in pain from being beat.
Sleep is hard to get in cramped conditions.
Everywhere I go, there's children like me sad.
There's a taste of bad water, spoiled food, and blood.
Weak, hungry, cold, and tired everyday.
Smell of rotten flesh.
Smell of vomit.
Both are all around.
Cries, gunshots, screams.
Why are they doing this?
What have we done?
I am scheduled for the shower.
My time has come.
This shower is like none.
People who enter, don't return.
It is time.
I walk nervously.
Entering the room, I wonder
What will it be like on the other side?

By Andrew Chang
Rowland Heights, California

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