Concentration camp
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Thank thee, Lord, for living.
Thank thee, Lord, for death.
Thank thee for the ashy air
That fills my bony chest.
Thank thee for misfortune,
It took me by surprise,
Nazi Guards
Our tale can't tell
All prisoners here--alive in Hell
I eat the dust
She licks the floor
Just to survive--Nothing more
She's drug away
put in a room