Last Train To Auschwitz
Not for them a soothing rattle
No vistas through a window pane,
Just packed inside, human cattle
Forced aboard that final train.
Oblivion their destination
A one way trip, no coming back,
In the darkness realisation
Prisoners now, on deaths own track.
Mothers soothing children's fears
Knowing fathers play the game,
A slowing train, the last stop nears
Their journey ended, midst the flames.
Entry for
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann.
10/0412021
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2021
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