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My friend wrote this one the first time he heard about the Holocaust. It's almost poetry, but sounds more like a quote from the bible...

"why is it that you cry?" the man asked himself.
"Why is it?" he says.
As all around him the flames jumped, the children burned, the women cryed and the men were starved to the point of death
"Why is it that you cry?"
As all around him the world turned to ashes, each and every family was thrown down down, out of gods reach, left no more hope than they could ever bare to keep
"Why is it that you cry?"
As all around him the bodies slept without graves, the children cried out for their mothers who would never hold them again, where the only reply was a bludgen to the face from another, hopeless, starved child.
"Why is it that you cry?" The man asked himself.
"That isn't the question," the man replied. "The question is, why is it they did not?"