For one thing she is my great niece. For another thing she wrote the poem I've posted below and... she is only twelve years old. Need I say more? Holocaust Poem People march Fear It's all around They're coming closer I feel myself being lifted And thrown into the back of a truck People All around me I feel them Hear their cries It's dark Where are we going? Will I be ok? We hit a bump More cries We stop And get out of the truck People with guns Pointed at us Shoved into a building Small, cold Days later We are on a train So few people Darkness It never ends We stop once more Get pulled out of the train We are told to follow The men with the guns Pointed at us They lead us to another building Told to undress Don't worry, they said We were told it was a shower We go into a small chamber The doors are locked The lights go off The silence is so loud The … [Read more...]