A Trip to Auschwitz
A trip to Auschwitz
My apprehension growing with every step
I can see the sign that welcomed the prisoners
Arbeit macht frei- work brings freedom
Empty words
A trip to Auschwitz
Surrounded by barbed wire
Sleeping in stark barracks
No food, no rest
Nothing
A trip to Auschwitz
I can almost hear the cries of the past
the terror, the pain
To the right, to the left
Families divided
A trip to Auschwitz
Names taken away
Tattooed numbers instead
No longer individuals; more like animals
Almost non-human
A trip to Auschwitz
Nazi madmen with guns
Not caring about the loss of precious lives
Death all around
Tears flowing freely
A trip to Auschwitz
It has been 65 years, yet little has changed
We are no longer hunted, but neither are we free
We are all still suffering, the same as before
A trip to Auschwitz
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