The Injustice of War
The
bright lights shining outside my window like fireworks that you get at New-years
eve.
My
family hiding away like lost puppies running away from its owner.
The
next day at work, head held down just in case one of the Nazi see me and then
start on me like a dog or a donkey.
As
I'm walking on my way to my work place I see all my workers dead.
Lots of bangs
crashes pops.
Then
one of the Nazis walk in and start dragging me,
punching me,
kicking me,
using me like a punch bag.
punching me,
kicking me,
using me like a punch bag.
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