Silent Train
In the middle of nowhere amidst this barren terrain
Silent scatter of suitcases surrounds an empty train
Passengers gone, quietness aplenty
Signs of life none no visible sentries
Carriage after carriage as far as the eye can see
For the thousands of occupants where can they be
As we approach the engine buildings appear
Smoking chimneys, some figures become clear
Stripe suited and shaved, emaciated to thin
What world have we walked into, seeing skeletal skins
The sweet smell of the acrid smoke
Stinging our eyes, catching our throats
As we enter the buildings that are emitting the smoke
The stench and the sight leaves us sickly in choke
Bodies charred, broken, naked unjust
In this war that we have lived, inhumane, disgust
Night turns to day as we witness it clear
To do this to humans, what did the Germans fear
Later that day on the news we've heard
For we haven't witnessed the first, there's been further abuse
We reach Berlin my platoon and I
For the past five years of fighting, we still wonder why
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
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