A tear rolls down my face because you made me cry, not because you hurt me.
A tear rolls down my face because you made me sad, not because you did me wrong
A tear rolls down my face and I wonder why, because I don’t know you.
A tear rolls down my face although I have never met you.
All I see is a young boy aged 9 with a happy smiley face, full of life .
This last picture of you, taken outside the entrance of a bank. is all that remains of you.
On the same day day you started 1st grade in school, September 1,1939 an evil force swept through your land and declared you an enemy.
An ‘enemy’ that was all in their twisted mind, for how could a 6 year old be a threat.
There was no room anymore in your own land for…
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