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by Poetry99 © 2000 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved |
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by Poetry99 © 2000 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved |
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Stench of burning flesh filled the surroundings
with repugnation.
Badly beaten, a young branded lad struggles with guards, great
determination.
Torturous sobs erupted, they penetrated the
sensitive eardrums of the innocence.
Another soldier waved his carbine, shouting obscenities to onlookers
behind a barbwire fence.
The other people weren't allowed to cast eyes
away.
Forcing them to watch the helpless, shot in tyranny's
play.
Large stockpiles of bones and fresh corpses were
evidence of ignomity.
No joy was in sullen faces, gazing on their soon to be
reality.
Death was a new step, all would perish in the
chamber of death.
The gases would torment them, drawing out their last clinging
breath.
All stood proud, their faith never relinquished to
their tragic end.
Haggard from starvation, they waited sadly for their time to another
life, transcend.
They were marked cattle for the benefit of
political slaughter.
While the sadistic soldiers ravaged the women and every
daughter.
The Jews were being judged for their religion on
Hitler's chopping stone.
Torture ruled the land, hate was only horror's clone.