In the long path of human history, we have witnessed and learnt about the very humble beginnings, to the unique urge of humans to innovate, leading to progress and evolution. On the shining and proud pavement of the timeline, there lie some pits. Pits which show humans as the worse for the planet. In those pits, lie pests, who were once known to be lethal. Dirt, the filth of the bad time. And lies some water, water of records, articles, books, literature; Poetic Water ... This water reflects the stories of the time of these pits. Some pits, WW1 and 2, Jalianwallah Bagh Massacre, Spanish Flu, The Great Depression etc, have a great amount water in them. The literature describing these periods are infinite! In the swamp of the pit of HOLOCAUST , I would like to add another drop... My poem, The Black Smoke, shares true events and instances molded into a story. The story of an innocent, kind, yo...
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