Why them?

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I find it very hard to fathom any of the atrocities committed by the Nazi regime, but the one thing that gets to me most is the murder of children.

They did not pose any threat or any kind of danger, neither did their parents, but the children had no option to defend themselves.

They weren’t even led like lambs to the slaughter, because at least there is a purpose to slaughtered lambs. These children were killed because of some warped ideology that did not see them as human beings and often not even as animals.

In this blog are some pictures of children, no names, just the images of children.No graphic pictures. Their innocence will tell the story.

Followed by a poem I wrote to remember them.

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Little child, you are someone’s treasure, a product of love.

You are born like any other child, no burden nor danger are you.

And yet, they fear you and want to eradicate you as if you did not exist.

Why do you anger them and what makes them hate you so much?

 

Your eyes are sparkling like diamonds or bright stars above.

A pure miracle created by two people who are now in awe of you.

But alas that is not enough for you to be granted a long fulfilling life.

For there are those who do not see that purity, to them you’re less than a thing.

 

It is not your fault nor is it your parents mistake.

You are perfect but the world you’re born into isn’t

Little child you are someone’s treasure, a product of love.

But that just isn’t enough.

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