Concentration Camps
Cruelty, pain, torture, work and death
Long for Freedom
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Constant pang of a gunshot roars to life with the screams of fear
The people that surround me are
scared, hungry, starving and there are
lots of lifeless carcasses that lie there in their birthday suits
as they wait to be entombed in the ground and to be put to sleep in peace
the people who killed many are waiting to put their weapons to work
Merciless living!
Work Isn't freedom! It never will be!
Loneliness
Bang, Bang Bang! there goes the working gun
Someone dies here every 2 seconds
When you are in a concentration camps
you live in constant fear
if you talk back, stop for a second- long break
from your back-breaking work and many other things
cause you to be whipped if you are lucky
If not
you will die at the wrong end of the gun
Bang, Bang Bang! You fall with a loud thud and
stripped of your striped pajamas and shoes (if you had some)
and then you are burned til' you are ashes.
Cruelty, death, pain, and blood is what witness
daily when you are put into a concentration camp
the starvation claims many to be put to rest
in the most in-picturesque of ways
every one you killed, their souls remains, their blood remains
on your and the Nazis hands
We are a big group of people whose remains
will always be there in you
We will live on even without a body
We are something that will never go away
Our spirits and memories will live on
They will serve as a warning to no let something
like this happen ever again
We will never die our lives will be lived even after death
We will live on
Our spirits and memories will remain at the places
we fell with a lifeless thud
Never forget the people whom YOU killed
Our lives have come to an end
But, our stories will live on
We will serve as a horrid reminder of the
Nazi Occupation
On my gates it says: "work is freedom"
But that's a lie
It will never be freedom
Listen to my warning
Don't open those Gates or Doorways
To pain ever again
Somethings are better left in the past....
We are a big group of people whose remains
will always be there in you
We will live on even without a body
We are something that will never go away
Our spirits and memories will live on
They will serve as a warning to no let something
like this happen ever again
We will never die our lives will be lived even after death
We will live on
Our spirits and memories will remain at the places
we fell with a lifeless thud
Never forget the people whom YOU killed
Our lives have come to an end
But, our stories will live on
We will serve as a horrid reminder of the
Nazi Occupation
On my gates it says: "work is freedom"
But that's a lie
It will never be freedom
Listen to my warning
Don't open those Gates or Doorways
To pain ever again
Somethings are better left in the past....
