I wrote this in 8th grade as a class assignment. We had to write a poem based on the holocaust because at the time in Honors English, we were learning about Anne Frank and her story. It’s an older poem, but still has a lot of emotion and is worth the sharing.
Happiness doesn’t exist in the holocaust.
Mad men rule while sad souls rot.
It should matter now what you are,
for beauty lies within one’s heart.
While evil reins insanity’s mind,
innocence falls limp to the ground.
I know what we all wish and hope:
may killers burn in hell.
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