Count the graves,
Beheld on both sides of the battle lines,
See the pain, 
Of families torn apart by death,
Hear the cries,
People dying alone in the dust,
Wonder why,
Such pain could be allowed in the world,
Feel the tears,
Wept silently by those who remain,
Dream of life,
Before the camps, the fire, the cold,
Try to know,
Terror they faced, forgotten by all,
Understand,
Those who were killed comitted no crime.

Copyright ©2007 by Ash Saylor through the Live Poets Society of NJ under the teen poetry anthology Inside of Me Fall- Winter 2007.