All of ten or eleven,
They dreamt of heaven.
Fate had evaded their dreams
When they ended up in locked rooms.
Dingy, dirty, dark,
Oversized attire with a mark,,
Their lives had no meaning,
Future, well that looked bleak.
Schools were mere words,
Insults pierced like swords,
Lives reduced to a smoke,
As when it crept out, voices ceased.
Their eyes were filled with gloom,
As they were shut in a locked room,
Life at a concentration camp,
Was worse than hell.
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