Poem -

The pogrom

The pogrom

Ye who shall destroy 

    Destroy

  Burn 

     Bite into a hand 

   With flames 

       Flames upon torches 

These houses 

     Children

 Women

       Men

    Shall be 

Destroyed 

    Burnt 

       Murdered 

Murdered in a village 

     Smoke 

         Bellowing 

   From 

        The burnt village 

           Bodies in their homes 

Crying out 

    Save us 

        For the pogrom 

     But nought 

 Nothing 

    Not a hand 

No arms of God 

    To save a man 

     Woman 

Child 

 Grey ashes that in

The air left asking 

         Where was thy God? 

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