Sobibor

We ride the cattle rail Not knowing exactly what lay ahead. For weeks there's been no heat, No bathrooms and we've barely been fed. We arrive at our destined location. Sobibor...Sobibor...Sobibor, Is the death camp for Jews. Opening widely, the gate to Hell With train whistle loud and prolonged, News of our arrival they tell. Orders given, the boxcar doors open. The air so fresh, the pines are livid. Decisions to make.....What to do? What to do? Tailors, seamstress', blacksmith, carpenters Are there any? Volunteers?...Yes...No ...Good decision, bad decision? Shouted at, screaming, people being beat Kept others orderly on their march. Houses with names, gardens with flowers, and Signs pointing to canteen and showers. Sobibor seemed peaceful, not a place of murder. To the Ukraine to work you will go. Because of lice, Women need their hair to go. There are epidemics, You must be disinfected. Naked and unaware of the lies, They each take the walk Through the tube-"Road to Heaven". The screaming strong at first, Weakens gradually until it dies. Why?...Why?...Why?...You say. Why don't you fight back? Pick up that gun, shoot that guard! That would lead to your death plus as Many others they could hack. Why don't you escape? Where would I go? Here I have no home, no family. ..It is cold. I have no warm clothes or shoes...I am on the verge of starving. What will I eat? How do I get through the mine fields? How do I get through the armed Poles in the forest? We do revolt... the camp as a whole. Sasha, the Soviet prisoner of war... A new leader... good for our soul. He gave us some hope. We were working class people, Everything was taken from us. We were cold. We were hungry. We were beaten. We were killed. We lost all hope. Oppression lets genocide happen. Genocide has happened in the past. Genocide is happening now. Genocide will happen in the future. Greed and power can and does lead to genocide. Only policy makers worldwide...God willing, Can help stop the killing.