Dedicated to all killed and unborn children
Very scary… Where’re we? Where’re we, Mommy?
It is cold. A very freezing place…
Smells of gas. And where’re we, where we, Mommy?..
Why all people naked? Hide my face.
Where is my favorite pajama?
Why the shooting and horrific screams?
Dogs are awful. Do you hear, Mama?
Let’s go home or this is just a dream?
It is crowded. Very crowded, Mommy.
Ask them if there is a window anywhere.
Doors are closed. Stuffy, stuffy, Mommy!
Darkness. I am frightened. Where’re we, were?
Ma!
Zyklon B
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