{"id":296,"date":"2015-07-24T01:33:10","date_gmt":"2015-07-24T01:33:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=296"},"modified":"2015-07-24T01:33:10","modified_gmt":"2015-07-24T01:33:10","slug":"martin-freier-wrote-poems-that-reflected-his-thoughts-about-surviving-the-holocaust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/martin-freier-wrote-poems-that-reflected-his-thoughts-about-surviving-the-holocaust\/","title":{"rendered":"Martin Freier Wrote Poems That Reflected His Thoughts About Surviving The Holocaust"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Martin Freier Wrote Strong Words That Were Full Of Energy In His Poems<br \/>\n\tMartin Freier was a survivor of the Nazi Holocaust in Slovakia.  He wrote one book of poetry, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems.  He wrote words in his poetry that were powerful, full of meaning, strong words that were full of energy.<br \/>\n\tFrom the poem, \u201cHate\u201d, comes forth the words:  \u201cLike a brush fire<br \/>\nThat never ends, \u2018hate\u2019 just spreads<br \/>\nThroughout the neighborhood,<br \/>\nThough it does little good.<br \/>\nIn its wake, hate keeps burning,<br \/>\nAlways churning,<br \/>\nAnd using everything that is good<br \/>\nFor fodder and food.<br \/>\nFanned by the winds from the Northeast,<br \/>\nHate breeds hate<br \/>\nAmong those that are blessed<br \/>\nAnd those that are cursed by fate&#8230;&#8230;.\u201d<br \/>\nwww.thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Martin Freier Wrote Strong Words That Were Full Of Energy In His Poems Martin Freier was a survivor of the Nazi Holocaust in Slovakia. He wrote one book of poetry, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems. He wrote words in his poetry that were powerful, full of meaning, strong words that were full of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[400,398,397,399,216],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-4M","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=296"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":297,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296\/revisions\/297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}