Gas Chamber Dreams
One by one they all line up
The smell of charred remains fills the air
"Get in line for a shower!" they shout
The men all line up with despair
"Take off your clothes and shoes,
So we can rid them of dirt and germs."
Most of the older men here
Have already come to terms
The children obey so dutifully
Their only want is to please
They don't know what lies in store
As they stand there naked, beginning to freeze
The "Shower Room" is now packed
The children are becoming afraid
They don't know that becuase of religion
Thay have a debt to be paid
The lights go out and the flames begin
The soldiers try to block out the screams
They remind theirselves they're just "doing their job"
One that will forever haunt their dreams.
Copyright © Shannon Fletcher | Year Posted 2009
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