The Last Train Ride
The ride, the long hard ride
No food, no water, just the ride
Gathered like cattle for slaughter
With tattoos they should not hide
Where did they come from?
No one seemed to care
Just a boxcar rolling northward
And little space to share
Those eyes, always starring
Starring at nothing, just starring
Afraid, always afraid of everyone
As that music just kept on blaring
Hollowed eyed, and seeing nothing
Afraid, oh yes so very afraid
Debarking, here they were debarking
As complete their trip was made
The fires, those ever burning fires
The smell, yes, death was the smell
Those eyes knew the meaning behind it
Yes, death was something they knew well
Marching, always they were marching
As here their journey would end
It was the end of the road at last
As those Nazi’s did not pretend
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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