Concentration Camp

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Submitted: January 01, 2012

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Wer leben verdammt sind, Sind zu einem Leben in Schmerz verflucht, Der Tod kann besser sein als das Leben, Wir sind diejenigen, Gott hinter sich gelassen. There is death in the air, And so many grim faces around me, Always looking down, Never up into the shimmering sky. Sometimes I want to fly away, Far, far away from this place, Never to come back again, Not having to look back again. But in this hell I cannot leave, All I can do is dream, I can't turn to walk away, Without being beaten by the other men. They say that we are animals, They tell us our race is scum, That we are parasites on two legs, We deserve nothing but this pain. More of us keep flooding in, And when they run out of stars, They scratch it into our skin, So the memory will be there forever. The little sheds are cramped, But that is where we sleep, And in the day we work in the dust, We have no choice but to die. Then at the end of everyday, Some people have to go, Taken by the soldier men, And they never do come back. So by the very next day, When more Jews are forced to come in, They have a pile of clothes, And you can smell the bodies burning, Today, I finally turned nine, Another year condemned in life, Another day with no tomorrow, Just yesterdays to cry for. This morning I was pushed into a group, And I found some boys like me, With faces like hollow stone, Lonely and forgotten, So tonight we pushed to the corner, In our crowded little house, Tonight we were going to escape, The word that I had longed to hear, Shmwuel the oldest boy, Looked us in the eye, Then gave us the things he had stolen, Four bottles of black liquid we held. And after the count of three, We all drank it down, I heard a bottle smash, Smash as we all fell down. And for a minute I watched myself sleep, Lying on top of the others, With a smile tiny smile on my face, I was finally free of this hell. Then I watched the my friends, Lying silently in the darkness, And with one last look at the past, I finally flew away.

First Verse Translation: Those who are condemned to live, Are cursed to a life of pain, Death may be better than life, We are the ones that God left behind.


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