Not just my poem

This is not a poem

This is my life story

No 

This was my life in the ghettos

Where are my parents?

I don't know

But I wish, Oh, how I wish, I knew where they were

Are they near me?

Are they dead?

I will know soon

I thought everyday for a week

Then, then they came for me

They came for us

Who are they?

They are the Nazi's

The mustache man put them in charge to kill us

To work people to death

He had thousands of school pets

Because he didn't have one at home

When they came for us they used guns to push us around

And to herd us into trains

The train ride was really long

I thought it would take forever to get where we were going

On the trip some kids fell asleep

Yet when I tried to wake them

THEY WOULDN'T WAKE UP

The Nazi's and SS men didn't seem to care when they came aboard

Again they herded us

This time it was off the train instead of on

We went into a large open area

We were lined up infront of a gigantic hole

Pop! Pop! Pop! X20

No child in the path was left standing

Not even me