His grandfather had been a victim
but there was one final humiliation
those persecuting him could not inflict,
at least, not straight away.
It would take generations.
Now their crime was complete.
The grandson stood guard
at a camp not too dissimilar
to the one where his grandfather died,
feeling justified by a sense of grievance
in a similar way to those who killed him.
The grandson did not see it, though.
It was not something he reflected on
as he stood there, following orders.
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