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!"
