Remember Me, Remember The Holocaust Poem by Emerald Wendal

Come and take a bath, they say,
Hurry along, don't clog the way.
I leave my shoes, so they won't get wet.
I cover myself from those I've not met.
Hunger stings my belly, pain shoots through my chest.
Where can I find a bed that I can lie down in and rest?

Cold grey walls, packed to the brim.
Sad spirits mourning, life is so grim.
From the ceiling comes a hiss, a smell bites my nose.
This stuff isn't water, a silent dread arose.
We would all die here, naked and without pride.
My friends would find my body, all leathery and dried.

Oh my God I'm drowning. I cannot find my breath.
I knew when my number was called; I was going to my death.
I can feel in my chest, my lungs filling with blood.
I see my young life before me, only a starting bud.
Oh, lord this is torture. Why is it taking so long?
I can feel the seconds leaving, chiming like a gong.
So this is it. Amid these vultures, here I finally die
Mother, Father, I'm sorry. All that I can say is; goodbye