Death Camp
looking at the shoes,
laying on the floor,
makes me wonder,
what really happened to the poor,
these poor poor people what did they do so wrong,
being the wrong nationality,and now they are all gone,
some were jews and some were not,
some got gassed and some got shot,
some were children and some were mothers,
how can we do this to each other,
and try to keep it all under cover,
this was auschwitz a silly little camp,
run by monsters who thought they were the champs,
what can we learn from these awfull crimes,
what can we do to never return to these times,
think of the millions and think of their cries,
think of their relatives with tears in their eyes,
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2010
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