'Tis time ago
When people thought differently,
And different had no difference.
A mother held her child close
Begging it not to be taken,
But no mercy would be had,
None would be given.
As the soldier ripped the child from the young mother's arms,
She cried out in agony.
But she was not the only
Everywhere were the cries of sorrow
Anger
Pain, and
Hatred
Though not all suffered these things
Those of 'higher' bread,
More intelligence, less stupidity
These people lived lives of happiness.
Unlike the animals being herded into cattle cars.
As the young child was tossed to the side,
The mother was led to a room
A room filled with horrible stenches
Clothing stripped from her back,
They were forced into rooms,
Where water poured down,
Washing them clean
Then given a set of dirty clothes,
Colored of white and blue strips
She and the others were led to a dorm
A dorm filled with disease.
And she wept for her child
Early every morning,
She was forced to work,
Long and hard
'Till every bone in her body ached
With fatigue
Though it all changed one day
Being taken with many others,
They were led to the shower houses,
Where all clothing was taken,
Then doors were shut,
By men in masks
Growing hot,
The room began to quite,
As breathing grew harder,
The young mother could think of nothing
But her child,
Nothing but his sweet face,
Only if he was safe.
Though she would never know