Old Tom Poem by Christopher Tye

Old Tom

Looking into old tom's eyes you see everything,
Unimaginable horrors that he has seen,
Nothing glamorous about war and it's aftermath,
After seeing how low humanity can sink.

Marching through Europe bringing freedom,
Liberating oppressed civilian populations,
Seeing victory and the end of war was near,
Then the liberation of the concentration camp.

Nothing could prepare anybody for that,
The shear evil that mankind could do to other men,
Mass graves everywhere beyond the gas chambers,
And the survivors what hell they must have lived through.

By Christopher Tye