a Holocaust poem

I once had a dream,
I woke up on a bed very thin made of straw,
My eyes came into focus and I saw,
People all around me I didn’t know,
Skin and bone from head to toe,
You could sense the sadness and death in the air,
As it reeked of burning skin sour to my nose,
I quickly got up and ran to the door,
A guard stood in my way as I stared at the smoke,
It bellowed out of the huge ovens while I heard the screams,
The women and children all in a row,
Going forward towards death of which they know,
The guard then picked me up and laughed,
Told me to get dressed and stay aft,
Everyone in my barrack did the same and most cried,
We gathered together in silent prayer,
We knew it was the end and I couldn’t bare,
We marched in a row towards the intense heat,
It made my knees weak as the attack dogs barked,
Nowhere to escape even if it tried,
One step,
Two step,
Closer to death I came,
At the door I froze then they shoved me in,
Closed the door behind me and it started,
The floor opened up and they fell in one by one,
My feet on the edge I screamed “O the humanity!”
And I fell to my death slow and painful.

 
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