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In nineteen forty four on the third of September Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland From Westerbork transit camp in the Nederland. The camp police and soldiers began kicking in doors People were just getting up and doing daily chores They ordered people to pack one bag, for a long journey And told them they were being moved to a camp of luxury. They escorted them to waiting boxcars and ordered them inside The soldiers used brute force and many children cried People were jostled and dogs were used too The people were powerless, there was little they could do. The space inside was limited and everyone had to stand And the journey would take, three long days overland They crammed about eighty people into each boxcar Then slid the doors shut and locked them with a bar. There was a slight chug and the train whistle blew And set out for a destination, to where nobody knew The air inside the boxcars was putrid and stale I feared old folk wouldn't make it because they were so frail. I looked around the boxcar at families, stood huddled together That look of fear etched in their faces, forget I will never The train stopped a few times for the train to refuel A man said they'll bring us food, I thought don't be a fool. The boxcar floor was covered, with a coating of lime And those who were barefooted cried all the time A few standing in the boxcar were looking straight ahead People next to them said they were cold, and I knew they were dead. The heat in the day was stifling and the nights were so cold I thought the world wouldn't believe it if this story was ever told A few were writing notes for those left behind In the faint hope that one day, somebody would find. From the gaps in the boxcar I knew it was day Everyone was oblivious to what up ahead lay The whistle blew twice and the train it slowed down Through a crack I noticed a building, was it a town ?. I could hear loud German voices and dogs were barking The train ground to a halt and I could hear boxcar doors opening Our door was slid open and we were blinded by the light Guards with dogs were everywhere, a terrifying sight. They got us all off the train and told us to form a line An officer said " you have to be registered, everything will be fine" We had to give our names and were told to go left or right Some families were separated, it was a harrowing sight. Everything going on around me was like a nightmarish dream In the distance I heard the train whistle and and a faint hiss of steam Then a loud chug chug sound as it faded away I realised hope had abandoned me and all I could do was pray. Written 10th April 2021 Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann.

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The Last Train To Auschwitz

In nineteen forty four on the third of September Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland From Westerbork transit camp in the Nederland. The camp police and soldiers began kicking in doors People were just getting up and doing daily chores They ordered people to pack one bag, for a long journey And told them they were being moved to a camp of luxury. They escorted them to waiting boxcars and ordered them inside The soldiers used brute force and many children cried People were jostled and dogs were used too The people were powerless, there was little they could do. The space inside was limited and everyone had to stand And the journey would take, three long days overland They crammed about eighty people into each boxcar Then slid the doors shut and locked them with a bar. There was a slight chug and the train whistle blew And set out for a destination, to where nobody knew The air inside the boxcars was putrid and stale I feared old folk wouldn't make it because they were so frail. I looked around the boxcar at families, stood huddled together That look of fear etched in their faces, forget I will never The train stopped a few times for the train to refuel A man said they'll bring us food, I thought don't be a fool. The boxcar floor was covered, with a coating of lime And those who were barefooted cried all the time A few standing in the boxcar were looking straight ahead People next to them said they were cold, and I knew they were dead. The heat in the day was stifling and the nights were so cold I thought the world wouldn't believe it if this story was ever told A few were writing notes for those left behind In the faint hope that one day, somebody would find. From the gaps in the boxcar I knew it was day Everyone was oblivious to what up ahead lay The whistle blew twice and the train it slowed down Through a crack I noticed a building, was it a town ?. I could hear loud German voices and dogs were barking The train ground to a halt and I could hear boxcar doors opening Our door was slid open and we were blinded by the light Guards with dogs were everywhere, a terrifying sight. They got us all off the train and told us to form a line An officer said " you have to be registered, everything will be fine" We had to give our names and were told to go left or right Some families were separated, it was a harrowing sight. Everything going on around me was like a nightmarish dream In the distance I heard the train whistle and and a faint hiss of steam Then a loud chug chug sound as it faded away I realised hope had abandoned me and all I could do was pray. Written 10th April 2021 Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann.