Their bones baked to whiteness
deaths blank stare
bores into my soul, silent outcry
Train loads arriving here daily
packed with humanity
covered with hopelessness and dust
Smokestacks consuming breath
peopled with lines
awaiting to blacken the sky
Once more passed over
I hide within my stillness
afraid to be noticed
They fear our threat
the graves beyond their promise
motherless and fatherless, the pit waits
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