The Ride By: Kyle Goldberg Swastikas everywhere Jew’s running for freedom like cats from dogs With only clothes on their backs and nothing else to wear Other’s peering out their windows to see the Nazis come like dark smog The smell of death is in the air As the Nazis get closer This the Jews cannot bear Their lives just fell like a roller coaster Boom, boom, boom They are at the door The Nazis are sweeping the town like a snarling smog “Come out or be taken with force,” they roar There go the guiltless Jews To a concentration camp and their deaths Now stripped with everything, even their shoes In the confined and overcrowded train they gasp for breath As there ride ends So does their life They can see the gates of heaven It feels like your being stabbed in the heart with a knife Than they arrive at the concentration camp They can see a long line of people waiting to into enter a room Coming out of the top is a thick green cloud that’s is very damp The cloud that’s a mushroom As they stand they’re watching Getting pushed in line Their lives shortening They have run out of time They pray it’s not the end But they can see people dying Now they turn around the corner bend They are now crying Knowing they are going to die Strangers surrounding all around They look at each other and say good-bye They step into the gas chamber than fall to the ground Swastikas everywhere Death in the air This ride is over The gates of heaven right there
Reason for writing:
i lam very interested in the olocaust, and learning about it just fascinates me!
Birth sign: Aries
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