Blamed as the sinners over the years
One man saw fit to rid us of them
He made an army to conquer the world
Hunted like fox
With dogs on their tails hide in the haystack don’t go outside
The star is your symbol but also your mark
Make a disguise burn down your tree
Your camp surely awaits
but not just in summer
Don’t try the fence
Watch for the guard
Say bye to your abba
Eat the last crumb.
You must work ‘till you bleed
but you’ll never be free
You’ll stay locked
In this dystopian prison
Take one last look
At the soot clouded sky
Then sleep at last in the cram of the Barack
The fires burn steady
The train cars are ready
Stripes be your cover
The oven your grave.
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Pastinity
PoetryThere was a past, many owuld rather forget but forgetting is not what needs to happen. The way we show respect the ones who were done away with is to remember that they endured this horrible happening so that us, me and you, could be so free!
