Concentration Camp

Children, parents, grandparents and more Struggled to get up and walk out the door. Battling each day with aches and pains, Feeling like they were bound with a ball and chain. Involuntarily shoved into a room, Unaware it would signal their doom. The gas would come out and play with their lungs, Gagging them all while it blisters their tongues. Forced into cattle cars no bigger then sheds, Not having the pleasure to sleep in a bed. The ashes of people hang in the air, All coming from the giant chimney flare. Only able to eat small portions of bread, Most of them prayed they could just wind up dead.