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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky, In large black letters above the Iron Gate, Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei". A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie, Designed to deceive all of our eventual fate. This was the very first thing I saw, When I got off the train at Buchenwald. We had no idea at the time we were here to die... We were a whole village on this train. Loaded and packed in like cattle on each car. Standing the whole way, scared, hungry and in pain. Taken from our lives and homes to someplace far, Told this was just for the duration of the war. I told my family that we must stay together. My Father simply said to me, "Always remember". The train stopped, the door opened, and I was pulled off by a soldier. He looked maybe 19 or 20 not much older. On his young face was a cold expression of hate. One look into his eyes foretold our fate. They started to separate the women from the men; The older boys and girls from the younger children. I had a bad feeling that I would never see my family again. The sign said: "Work Will Set You Free". I was trying very hard to believe, That we really came to this camp to work. Others had convinced themselves that they were. In truth it was the ultimate lie; A cruel, vile, sick Nazi joke. Work was not what they had in mind. It was death, cremation, people turned into ash and smoke. The air was heavy with a foul smelling smoke, We didn’t know the cruel stench of burning flesh. The hideous smell made some retch, Many began to cough and choke. The Nazis just laughed as if it were a joke. The Nazi elite stood idly by, As the soldiers helped the dying to smother. Laughing and jeering all the while. On their faces an evil smile. Most of us were here to die. One way or another... All around were the living dead. Some able to move others made to lie, In their own filth and excrement. Sick from Typhoid all covered with lice. Too weak from torture to even cry; Too numb from pain and despair to lament, Dead bodies stacked like so many cords of would. The Nazis disposed of them any way that they could. Thousands of bodies dumped in mass graves. Now lost in a pile of molding decay. Nameless faces stacked higher and higher Then covered with dirt or set on fire. The Nazis did this over and over again The only crime of these poor souls was not being born Arian. They told us we were leaving our homes for relocation. Little did we know it was really for extermination. Sent to a concentration camp to be gassed or to work enslaved. No way to escape or any foreseen hope of being saved. The Nazis were yelling, “Juden, raus, ruas, schnell, schnell!” I felt we had jumped off the train car and straight into hell. Shouting and shooting and dogs barking all around. I could hardly believe my eyes and ears the horrible sights and sounds. My Mother, Grand Parents, little sister, and brother Were all told to line up to the left. My Father, older Brother, and I were pushed to the right with the others. Of a chance to say good bye, we were bereft. I had a very bad feeling I would never see them again. I had no clue a gas chamber would be the means of their end. They were told that they were going to take a shower. They had no idea they would be gassed and dead within the hour. Then their bodies would be taken for cremation in the oven hall. To erase any trace that they had ever lived at all. We were taken to a building to a room where they lined us up in rows. They told us to take off our jewelry, shoes, and clothes. Then they cut and shaved off all of our hair, And we were given striped shirts and trousers to wear. These clothes looked like pajamas, And we were herded together like cattle or llamas. We looked like a herd of fat zebras, But we wouldn’t look that way for long. Cause the Nazis would barely feed us, And soon the weight would be gone. We would always be starving for a stale piece of bread, Or a piece of rotting fetid meat. The Nazis didn’t care if we would soon all be dead, If we didn’t get something to eat. The Nazis were building a bunker underground, And they used us all as slave labor. It would be a place for Hitler to live safe and sound, But what we needed was the allied savior. There were some that said the allies were coming The scuttlebutt was that the Americans were on they’re way to save us The gossip ran through the camplike a little bird humming But would they get here before we were all burned to ashes and dust We worked hard as slaves day and night the clock around And ate what little scraps the Nazis gave us Some of the men were digging an escape tunnel underground But I was waiting for the allies to come and save us
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