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Poetry
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There is No Sense
There is No Sense
by Terrace Holocaust Survivors Group
It is unbelievable,
The things that you have to think about,
Nine nights and eight days to go in a train,
Without food -- eighty people in a train,
No toilet, no water, no air no nothing.
You think about that soon it will be no life.
You can't even think you are on a train,
A cattle-train ---though they were better to their cows.
Can you make sense of this?
These poems were created by the Holocaust Survivors' Group, a unique
group of women originating from a variety of different countries, cultures
and lifestyles. These poems have been reprinted from
Collective
Poems: The Terrace Holocaust Survivors' Group, edited by Paula David (Baycrest
Centre for Geriatric Care), Toronto.
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