The Ghosts of Auschwitz

The buildings gray and solemn stand
upon the fields of blood soaked lands,
Where the living once walked and
the dead turned to ashy sand.

Eternal blackness colors the sky,
where the ashes of so many lie.
Where before the sun once shone,
now only lingering cries of terror groan

Before the war the land was lush green fields and pure,
but here now hatred and death is all that tours,
even though the dead are long since passed

Barbed wire holds their souls to this world,
where they haunt buildings, smoky figures uncurled.
Grey silhouettes lurking in shadow, dark eyes now blank and hollow.
They are the dead, the murdered, laying in graves too shallow
a testimony to deeds done and those sure to follow

The air there still reeks of death and Zyklon B
The gas used to kill so many
who laughed, loved and cried
who lived, worked and died
whose voices and screams can still be heard
They are known as the ghosts of Auschwitz.

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 Please be constructive. This was written while I was in class and will probably be improved at some point.