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Found poem

April 27, 2010
By Forgotten BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
Forgotten BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.-Henry Rollins, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?-W. H. Auden, Forgotten is forgiven- F. Scott Fitzgerald


Lost, Alone, Forgotten.
Broken, Bloodied, and Slaughtered.
Left for dead in nameless graves,
Where no Justification was ever presented.

Where's the love
In Revenge and Hatred?
Where's the love
In Evil and Destruction?

Remember the heartlessness
Of history's deadliest moment.
Remember the blood and tears
Shed by those who were forgotten.

Apathy to the torture and the beatings.
Apathy to the screams of pain and betrayal
From your friends, family, and neighbors as they burn
In the Devil's Fire.

When faced with the horrors of the Holocaust
And the Deaths of so many of the innocent are
Finally revealed,
Ignorance is Bliss.



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on Jun. 4 2010 at 5:31 pm
Forgotten BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.-Henry Rollins, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?-W. H. Auden, Forgotten is forgiven- F. Scott Fitzgerald

i do indeed speak of those poor people who'd died during the Holocaust. It was a project in Language Arts.

on Jun. 4 2010 at 12:30 pm
GoodmorningSweetheart BRONZE, Bloomington, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
From Thomas the Rhymer:
"O see ye not that narrow road,
So thick beset with thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires."

I'm beginning to see a theme, Forgotten.

You speak of the lives lost in the Holocaust in this poem.

It's a dirge, a funeral song (or poem). The dead can't speak to give their name, so they are forgotten.

I was reminded of the fate of so many after reading this poem. It makes you think.