Silent NightA Poem by W. HuntI reflected on Night, by Elie Wiesel, and how I felt that the Holocaust was almost unheard of until only after World War 2 was over.
Silent Night
Silence Not a thing to be heard Silence At the end of the day Silence As he dies in agony Silence As mothers kill their children Silence As the train marches on Silence As the smoke rises Silence As their life fades away Silence After the dawn No More Written October 7th, 2016
© 2016 W. HuntAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorW. HuntFremont, CAAboutI am a Junior in High School. I live in the Bay Area, in California. I love to write and read. Currently, I am in love with the Grapes of Wrath by John Stienbeck and also the works of H. P. Lovecraft... more..Writing
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