Satish a very emotional poem of the pain, mental and physical, experienced by those who were and are innocents or prisoners of war. "...I blink for a dot to punctuate the intelligence...", there is no "dot" when man hurts man. Greed and fear of those different make for such "bruises". Again thank you Satish for your poetry and sharing your experiences of the Holocaust, always admirably yours Marcia. -
Marcia Schechinger
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