Our Story

We were oppressed for our heritage, Not for who we were - Because of our features: Brown eyes as pensive as coffee grounds Before being crushed and beaten, And hair, as dark as the future That swung warily before us, We saw Fate closing its doors We were distraught upon arrival At the tangible smell of Death, That hung in the air As stagnantly as the potency Of perfume  We were encumbered, At the first glimpse of Those showers, with the Weight of all the corpses That now lay mutely aside We were kept - captives - From one dawn until another dusk, To be drilled on what a nuisance Our abiding presence was To the outside We were limited Inside that metal fencing, As we died under the rushing forcefulness Of gas And hatred