Holocaust
There bodies lay gently beside me
On this cold and dreary morning
The guys came in and grabbed my body
Threw me back without a sound
Tears here do not matter
Just lift that body there won’t be clatter
Throw me in to that ditch
There I know I won’t be hit
Blood will come gushing out
Another blow upside my face
Here I am I will be found
But only by the soldiers
Take me into “the shower”
Make me clean make me better
Poison goes into the stream
A silent death is what I please
My thoughts will mingle with my tears
A resting place is where I’ll live
Tell my mother I’ll miss her so
This is hard I know
But my choice is made
Please don’t take the road I did
I will live in a place where my pain will be no more
No more screaming no more shots no more pain
In this little place in that little plan
Called the Holocaust.
©Alyssa Willis 2009
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