The Boy in Striped Pyjamas

I am the boy in striped pyjamas,
I am the boy behind the fence,
I live in constant fear will these Nazis ever see sense,
My death could be near,
I am put in this camp for a crime,
It's now all become clear,
It's nearly the end of the line,
They think it is for the war,
But they are wrotten to the core,
My friends have gone before me,
Those people that knew,
What is my crime? You ask,
My crime is to be a Jew