Ohkay, So I do alittle poetry. And my mom says I'm good but, I want to see what others think. Please no harsh critisim. Thank you.
The Holocaust.
The four of us are hidden,
But now our secret's out
You have to be kidding.
Now on the train,
Wacthing the by-passers.
As tears stream from my eyes,
Like rain pouring from the sky.
Jews left to die,
Left in camps,
Just wondering why.
Why I?
I'm just a person
Trying to get by.
We're just like bees in the sky,
There are no rules,
As to who shall live, and wo shall die.
Was a family of four,
Now alone as one,
No, please no, I cannot take more.
Beaten by strange people,
What givs then the right?
What if I, yes I, wanted to fight?
Some of us will live,
I know that for sure,
But Im not sure what I have left to give.
Gas chanbers as torure,
Oh what a fright,
Now all I crave, is a little nurture.
No way to escape,
This poor way to live.
We are not looking in good shape.
Finaly The liborators have came,
Just in time,
Now all we have left, is our feedom to claim.
Not all of our stories ended so nice.
Some of us have died.
Oh, what a sacrafice.
Weither it was by gas or by gun,
There life is now done.
Oh, that was not fun
Ohkay, that was an assighnment for school. I feel poetry can not be pushed. So this is not my best. I'll try to post more. I re-typed this fast, so I know there's more than likely going to be spelling errors.
Thank you.
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