Transported to the camp of death,
Minutes from her last breath.
She was told to get undressed,
A familiar face spoke to her, he confessed.
“They plan to gas you all, you’re going to die”,
She did not believe it, she started to cry.
Then it dawned on her, panic set in,
She started shouting and screaming.
Most thought she was crazy,
Or too scared to agree.
Whilst her kind showered and died,
The guards kept her to one side.
She was tortured to turn in,
The person who had been ‘talking’.
That person, she finally revealed,
His and her fate was sealed.
In to the ‘ovens’ he was thrown,
Still alive, no mercy was shown.
She and others were made to view,
Her own 'delayed' demise would come too.
23/03/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Minutes from last breath we can imagine. Death is a stunning truth and this is definite. Very interesting sharing really. Wise poem on death.10
Thank you for your comments, the story struck a cord to say the least. Thank you again. Guy.