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STAR OF DAVID GRAPHIC ORGANIZERIn the center of the star, write down everything you know about the holocaust. Do not write in the points of the star as we will use those after we discuss. -5083320066000BRUNO GRAPHIC ORGANIZERIn the head, write down some of Bruno’s thoughts. In the torso, write Bruno’s feelings. In the arms and legs, write things Bruno has done and places he’s been.5334004000500“First They Came” by Martin Niem?llerFirst they came for the CommunistsAnd I did not speak outBecause I was not a CommunistThen they came for the SocialistsAnd I did not speak outBecause I was not a SocialistThen they came for the trade unionistsAnd I did not speak outBecause I was not a trade unionistThen they came for the JewsAnd I did not speak outBecause I was not a JewThen they came for meAnd there was no one leftTo speak out for me.TitleParaphraseConnotationAttitude/ToneShiftsTitleTheme“Holocaust” by Sudeep PagedarHow do youexplain that termto a ten-year old boywho, one day,hears it mentionedby some relatives?And even ifyou do manageto make himunderstand what itactually does mean,do you alsotell him thatbecause he isA GERMAN JEW,perhaps, some day,he might beincluded in it...?Or should hejust not betold, so thathe remains calmand doesn't losesleep over it?But what is sleep,in front of death?Perhaps Death is greater,perhaps the two are the same;we do not know yetbut we'll know, by the end of the day;the Chambers are yet some hours away."To die, to sleep...to sleep, perchance to dream..."How did Shakespeare realise that?Did he know some Jewwho was persecuted too?Perhaps he was wrong,maybe he was right...Anyway, I suspect we'll find outby tonight.TitleParaphraseConnotationAttitude/ToneShiftsTitleTheme“Firewood” by Regina SpektorThe piano is not firewood yetThey try to remember but still they forgetThat the heart beats in threesJust like a waltzAnd nothing can stop you from dancingRise from your cold hospital bedI'll tell you, you're not dyingEveryone knows you're going to liveSo you might as well start tryingThe piano is not firewood yetBut the cold does get coldSo it soon might be thatI'll take it apart, call up my friendsAnd we'll warm up our hands by the fireDon't look so shockedDon't judge so harshYou don't knowYou are only spyingEveryone knows it's going to hurtBut at least we'll get hurt tryingThe piano is not firewood yetBut a heart can't be helpedAnd it gathers regretSomeday you'll wake up and feel a great painAnd you'll miss every toy you ever ownedYou'll want to go backYou'll wish you were smallNothing can solve your cryingYou'll take the clock off of your wallAnd you'll wish that it was lyingLove what you have and you'll have more loveYou're not dyingEveryone knows you're going to loveThough there's still no cure for cryingTitleParaphraseConnotationAttitude/ToneShiftsTitleTheme“O Little Root of a Dream” by Paul Celan O little root of a dream you hold me here undermined by blood, no longer visible to anyone, property of death.Curve a facethat there may be speech, of earth, of ardor, ofthings with eyes, evenhere, where you read me blind,even here, where you refute me, to the letter.TitleParaphraseConnotationAttitude/ToneShiftsTitleTheme ................
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