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The men with the red hands

Poetry By: juststarting
War and military

The holocaust of 1942; torture for thousands. Blood, tears, agony. The horrors are uncovered by the men with the red hands.

Submitted:Apr 21, 2011    Reads: 84    Comments: 13    Likes: 5   

I don't like this, Mum; I don't like this one bit. I don't like the way they are digging that pit.

I don't want to see what they have done to you, Mum. I don't want to see you, not what you've become.

I don't feel well, Mum, I think I'll be sick. I don't think I can hold this Mum, someone get the bucket, quick!

I don't think we'll be free Mum, I don't think so at all. I've lost all my hope but I don't want to bawl.

I don't think they're gone Mum, I can tell they are waiting. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and hating.

I don't like that sound, Mum, that bang, boom, blast. I am really scared, Mum, this is happening so fast.

I don't like this Mum; I don't like this one bit. I don't like the way they are digging that pit.

I don't think we will survive, Mum. I just hope it is quick.

Why are they doing this, Mum? I think I'll be sick!

I'm hungry, I'm cold, Mum, but mostly I'm scared. I'm hoping, just hoping, that maybe I'll be spared.

He's coming Mum, as fast as foxes, deadly as snakes. I hope; really hope that I'm not the one he takes.

I don't like this Mum; all I want is to stay. All I can do is pray, pray, pray.

I don't like the way he's dragging me, he hurts me a lot. Help me, Mum! I don't want to rot.

The dirt here is hard, Mum. It hurt when I fell. I don't like this dizziness; it feels like a spell.

A gunshot; pain. Oh, Mum. Why so much pain? It's over Mum, it's over. It won't happen again.

The floor's so much softer here and the pain has subsided. I must be in heaven, I have decided.

Oh Mum! Oh Mum! I am finally here beside you. The suffering has finally ended, and now I can rest too.

I don't like the way people have suffered. They didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve to be in that deep, dark pit.

The people who inflict such pain will soon be dead. Their souls are a deep black, and their hands are painted red.


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