Testimony poem

During the first night in Atachi I saw what human misery really means.....
Helpless little hands, That night I also saw how a person can go mad
Old people and young ones wrapped in rags
                 Mothers with dead children
                  The weather was miserable
                  But we passed inspection
Moved to a a former synagogue 
that rumbled with people and with lice infection

During the first night in Atachi I saw what human misery really means.....
We paid twenty Romanian currency for a bucket of clean water
My mother traded a ring for a chicken
We started to ration food
Just potatoes, cornmeal, tea ans potato soup
During the first night in Atachi I saw what human misery really means

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