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Found poem from Eliezer Wiezel's Book "night'.
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Of Machines, Masters And Living D eath . by:sirajfarage
We marched, without fa l ter ingThe blood flowed more readilyWe had the feeling of being alive
No longer marching… running.Running… Running from them.And anyone who could not sustain : gunshots
One foot, infrontoftheother.Like a machine,
Two of us: My body and I, And… My father.DON’T THINK, DON’T STOP, RUN!Men collapsing; e-s-c-a-p-i-n-g blows.
Death: it suffocatedmeI could touch itTo no longer feel cold, fatigue.His presence the only thing that stopped me: My Father.Out of breath, out of strength…
Desperate.We, were masters of nature; of the world
We, had transcended, DEATH.
