One Evening

Huge grounds,

With fences all over,

No cattle inside can leave ,

One attempt and you’d be murdered ,

Bait to death.

People with prolonged fear and deteriorating hope,

Death scares them and breaks them ,

But to their fallacy ,

Who still hoped for humanity.

Men with no flesh ,

Or live breathe,

To have the jewish name is the crime they attempt,

Died many deaths before,

They die of agony .

Down lay their tattered attire

Where they last breathe .

Maybe this is what they need ,

Free from their miseries

That they had ,

When they were alive to breathe.

(This poem is about hitler’s concentration camps .It vageuly depicts my understanding of their life in fear and pain )