www.whyville.net May 1, 2005 Weekly Issue



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Holocaust

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I am one in a million but different
I survived the Holocaust hardship
I was Anne Frank's best friend
I thought our friendship would never end
But, it did, separation danced its jig

I was shipped away on a train
It was so dark I almost went insane
They took me to a concentration camp
On my hand they put a stamp
They asked me my date or birth
July 7, 1938 was the day I was put on this earth

I found my little sister Gabes
She was very sick and in pain
Pus was coming out her ear
But we had no mother here
I had to take care of her
I gave her my food, my mush, my herb
That was the only thing that could cure
Then I became jaundice and very ill
But there was no pill
At night I would let out a cry
Who would take care of Gabes after I die?
Then I was privileged enough to go to the doctor
And that was a surprising shocker

My yellowness went away
I would go clean the toilets the next day
While I was cleaning I would get really cold
Maybe because my clothes were tattered and old
We would go to bed and then get up
Three hours of sleep just isn't enough

One cold night when the grass was full of dew
I saw a girl that I thought I knew
So I went to look through the fence
With a great big amount of suspense
And Anne Frank was there
I knew it was her, I could swear
I was with her the whole night
Then she was shipped away in the morning bright

People dying and getting sick
People getting the short end of the stick
The gas chambers were coming
People were praying and stopped humming
On the train we rode
But then we were told
The Nazis had lost
That was the end of the Holocaust

 

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