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There is No Sense
by Terrace Holocaust Survivors Group


 It is unbelievable,
 The things that you have to think about,
 Nine nights and eight days to go in a train,
 Without food -- eighty people in a train,
No toilet, no water, no air no nothing.
You think about that soon it will be no life.
You can't even think you are on a train,
A cattle-train ---though they were better to their cows.
Can you make sense of this?

These poems were created by the Holocaust Survivors' Group, a unique group of women originating from a variety of different countries, cultures and lifestyles. These poems have been reprinted from
Collective Poems: The Terrace Holocaust Survivors' Group, edited by Paula David (Baycrest Centre for Geriatric Care), Toronto.