Holocaust Train Cars Poem by Kellsey Hartmann

Holocaust Train Cars



I wonder how…
How many days,
Since we ate, drank…
Have seen the sun's rays

I wonder
How much longer
‘til we're free,
And don't have to stand here

How long?
How much
‘til I have
Any food, water, and such?

Each day we stand,
Each day that passes,
More people die,
Lying in masses

Each day that passes
There is more room to sit,
Then lay, on the bodies…
Their hearts all quit

Finally! They open the doors
And those left unload
"faster! Faster! FASTER! "
They all goad

Shortly after
We all lay where we were sent….
The gas chamber…
Where our lives end

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My great-grandmother was a holocaust survivor. Her sister and herself were the only ones who survived in her family... as far as we know. We found out what happened to some of her family, though not all. It turns out that they were sadly murdered in about every way the Holocaust used. It's very sad, but its sadly true. This poem was one I wrote a few years ago when I learned a little more about the Holocaust. I sat up that night and thought about how my great-great-aunts may have died. This poem came from those thoughts.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Debbie 22 March 2018

I went to the holocaust museum in Houston where they had one of the cars. I could feel the pain and horror of the victims

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Debbie 22 March 2018

I went to the holocaust museum in Houston and visited one if the cars they had in display. I could feel the pain and horror

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