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They Smile

by B. Z. Niditch

Fascists with little minds
smile and gaze
as your furniture
and personal pictures
are being removed

Then you are taken away

There are few
photos of you left
bathing on the sea
or up on skis
or on a white mountain

No one to greet you
in the city market
without any fruit
or vegetables
in a time of war

Reporters visit
after the horror
and now stare
at your losses

Copyright © 2016 by B. Z. Niditch

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