WORKED-TO-A-TOTALLY-CRUEL-DEATH
My father fought in World-War-II.
He saw men carry the bodies out.
Corpses of Gypsies and of Jews.
Victims of the evil Nazi-Krauts.
A foul smell lingered in the air,
in the soldiers' mouths was a bad taste.
"Work Will Set You Free," declared
the words above the death-camp's gate.
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