This is a poem I wrote for English Class. I hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer, I do not own Night. It belongs to the courageous Elie Weisel.

Left, Right, Left, Right

The cold pierced my body

Like a thousand knives pricking my skin

The thin layer of clothes providing no heat

My bare feet marching in the frigid snow

They screamed at us

The Germans yelled to keep going

It seemed like we would never stop

Like we would be running past the ends of infinity

Their guns were watching us, ready to strike

Like a Hawk to a Mouse in a field

Only we were left more defenseless

Like a mouse hole to a mouse

We had no solace to hide in

I could here nothing

Nothing but the Germans yells

Their orders to not falter

Their screams of "Left, Right, Left, Right!"