Why ( a Holocaust Poem)

I wake up in the morning and the pain begins, Starvation, beatings, disease when will it ever end... There is blood on my elbows and blood on my knees, my clothes are torn I just want to be free... I am what I am I guess thats why I'm here, I've been here three months And I'm numb with fear... I pray to God and ask him why, what did I do to deserve to die... Cody Lee