In a room
Sitting in misery
In a place
Eyes going all misty
Other boys surround me
All stripped of our clothing
We wait and see
Our eyes roaming
We know what will happen
We know what we'll soon be
Gas starts to seep in
Young dead male bodies
Pray for our souls
We have been freed
Please god
Don' let future generations suffer like me
Don't future generation suffer lke me, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
Rokie, I'm touched beyond words. I've never thought to write about the Holocaust, Now, your words leave me wondering why? The most valuable thing a writer can do... Is leave the reader with questions...and feeling. Great Ink! ! ! ; -) Kelly.
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I would like to translate this poem
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