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Frozen lands of red
Our death sentence,
Our frozen feet,
We walk in lines, straight and neat
5 million gone, till death we part
Broken bodies, broken hearts
We sit like ducks
On hunting ground
Disheveled bodies all around
We try to bury all the dead,
In this frozen land of red
Trapped like cattle
Our lives turned gray
As we disappear away
Children undernourished cry
But still we stand in line to die
Then winter comes
It’s colder still
The old and young becoming ill
And yet they carry on their way
Waiting for a brighter day
Six million are amongst the dead
In these frozen lands of red
Now here I am and here I lie
As I await my turn to die.
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