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Nineteen Forty Four

On the seventh Day of October  
in the year Nineteen Forty Four
a boy was born just before the war
ended, a final desperate hour
He played among the ruins
of homes turned rubbles
fallen bricks burnt in crashes
heard throughout the years
he left the town of Osnabrück
he wanted to live elsewhere
wanted to try his luck
away from the effect of war
1944, on the flip of side of the coin
Tatars knew the swords
prosecuted by the regime
false accusations of collaborations
Two hundred thousand people  
forced journeyed without sustenance  
many fell along the way
and many more when they arrived
they live on in a song
memories cried out by their children
the unfairness of the time
the atrocities of war  
Written by Grace (IDryad)
Author's Note
World War Two
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