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Kristallnacht

November 9, 1938
Th sky, dark
Cool air across the Reich
Our small town; quiet, sleepy
Stone houses line the streets
Stars glow overhead
Winter is near- chimneys billow smoke
I wake as I hear voices
Little brother taps my shoulder,
Frightened, as was I
Commotion outside the house
Father rushes to the window
Pauses for a beat, pushes us into the closet
Nazis had come, terrorizing the city
Burning the synagogue
Shattered glass covered the streets
It ended as quickly as it had begun
A night that will always consume my dreams
Kristallnacht-the Night of Broken Glass.

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