This is why I can't stand even hearing about the Shoa.

There're bones inside my head
And dreams
Rattling the future away.
There's death
And soot
And last, gasping breaths
Of the living, walking dead,
And endless screams
Of those who'll never see another day
Collapsing over trembling feet,
Their horrors mute.
They can't even fall in defeat.
They can't fall at all.
Marching in endless lines
Crawling on their empty stomachs
Among filth and blood and landmines
And shards of steel and glass.
I watch them as they pass,
And cry for them with all my soul.