Death is aproaching, about to swallow
Screaming babies ripped from maternal love
Watching, we pray, faces numb, heads hollow
Throwing faith for them to forces above
A swastika skims in front of their eyes
It is now their turn to give back their time
A guard leads them, his face shining with lies
They must follow like sheep, hands caked in grime
A chamber's door swings and they see their fate
Delerious with fatigue, a child weeps
Death now above them, in showers of hate
Drowning naive lungs, a noxious gas seeps
And person by person, they gasp and sigh-
Person by person, they shudder and die.
Author notes
A Shakespearen sonnet (rhyming scheme - abab/cdcd/efef/gg. 10 syllables in each line)
Comments
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Ooo, form.
Swanky.
Although the subject matter in this poem is obviously awful, I liked the poem because you delivered it with a heartfelt realism and excellent wording. Nicely done. I'm sure you'll write more when you get to Poland?
xxxx
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Hahahaha.
I got that poem work-shopped last month and it got utterly trashed. I'm now ashamed of it. The poem is nothing new, I've found no new way in to a subject that has been written about so much it's now cliched. :S
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