They remembered it so clearly
Their days in Oświęcim,
They got out alive, nearly
It stings the name..Oświęcim...
You've tortured you've injured
You've experimented you've killed,
The kids like them you have traumatized
And sadness and depression you have them filled.
Enduring, like the scars they can't erase
Hearing the soldiors call,
As they capture, hit and kill
They're scared, and wished they were never born at all.
The pain you gave
The situation you have them face,
Oh Oświęcim, the things you made them do
Their lives of suffer in which you've made a waste.
Through pain and sickness
They've always been working,
Nevermind the hope of fleeing
Evil and death has always been lurking.
With a heart as hard as stone of bedrock
With no feelings of being sorry,
What are you to do when you're stuck?
And so all you do is worry.
Evil always in their dreams,
Hunger, the only feeling,
Like the tatooed numbers on their arms
It lingers.
You keep them in prison
And just throw them when they're dead,
Inject them with chemicals
And feed them just a single bread.
They curse you with their now broken fingers
Hit so hard, hard like stone,
Hatred, evil, suffering
Are the greenest weed you've grown.
Ok, so I saw a video of an old man who experienced and/or is a survivor of a holocaust. This is an inspiration of his story.. I hope ya love this :) thanks for reading once again!! And God bless!!!
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PoesiaThis book , is a collection of poems I have made for a portion of my life. It's made with effort, that caused me my life to make. I enjoyed making this, so I hope you enjoy reading this too. Thank you<3
