It had taken so long to get there
The train was cramped and cold.
As we moved out, there were whole herds of people
As I followed the man in front of me,
Soldiers yelled at us to get in line.
We all filled in to a big room.
Missing my clothes, it was like a blizzard
Then warmth washed over me one last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem