Concentration Camp Poem by Charlotte Pinkney

Concentration Camp



Row upon row of beds
3 tiers high
Some collapsed.
Men, women, children,
Huddled together against the freezing wind.
''Work shall make you free''
While screams of pain
And holler's of ''Mercy! ''
Echo around the camp.
Death.

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