They looked
They cried
I couldn't look away
The thoughts
Their eyes
Were trying to say
Hunger, pain-
Where is my bread?
The men were in vain
That's what they said
I looked over at a beaten figure
Striped of humanity
And the rememberance of reality
This wasn't who this figure was
She wasn't a figure at all
This Lady was a mother of two
Until these men made her fall
I then seen a man in a corner
He was crying from the pain
These soldiers kicked and beaten him
Until he was a scarlet stain
The top of his head was shaven-
to free away the lice
His mother must have never mentioned
But you never get it twice
Small hands gripped the dirty railing
Wishing to be free
Her voice was nearly failing
A small reminder of who she used to be
This cart if full of a hundred Jews-
Maybe even more
Men, women- children, too
With hearts that are so sore
Can you imagine that this was not the only cart-
But one of thousands that were beaten down
Because of Hitler's heart
One word describes this horrific event
The one word that we tried to hide
But it's no denying- the message is sent
And I have no intention to hide
A millon- or more- people died
So many souls were lost
I guess I have to tell you
This was the Holocaust
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
ΠοίησηSo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
