The Youthful Eyes Tells All, Genocide

All I can remember is walking through fear in a maze of death, everywhere around me.
Chants of yells running pass me, fire abusing the old, guns bashing my friends on the ground.
Darkness danced with sparks of fury in my home land, my eyes looking right into death's eye, cold, unforgiving, dranked, and bloodstained.

His face in the background of the horror here, he was like a commander of a death camp.

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"Father, father please get up, get up..befor.." Silence fell to my mind, legs go under me and my thoughts turned to mesh.
The paleness in his face, as the bullet goes through his forehead and out the other end.
His eyes shrunk in his skull, blood drips from his mouth, he falls with a small force bang.

There was no pain, no running away from the ss officer now..He killed my father.
With a smirk he left him there and killed thousand more as the months went by.
I was the age of thirteen in the camp, Auschwitz

Nothing was more dreadful, not even death was feared.
This camp was the new meaning of torture, suffering and sin.
This place was the church of demons, the place of moans....

The very dim, red stained flesh burning fire..that consumed my people into the pit chambers.
Their screams  heard over the winds in the air, children, women, old, men, sick and everyone else the fire spoke to.

My eyes saw the fence that trapped us here, keeping us from freedom...to tell the world.
To find help, to be gone from this nightmare, a shadow that creeps and steals our lives.

***
His hand on his gun as he points it to my head, frozen in my little hiding place.
I cried in my mind, he did not know I was here...or did he?
My ears and eyes picked up screams outside, a yard away from me.

Those screams..the sound of them..were..no they did not...

"Mommy?" I whispered hoping he did not hear me.
But death went away and took another small girl by the hair.
The next thing I knew was that her head was flat on the ground, like a popped ball.

I creep-ed to my knees ever so slowly, sweat dropped like rain down my brow.
Crawling out of the small little trench I made..my eyes could only  see blood and fire.
That scream I hear before...I snapped out of it.

I ran, I ran and I ran without thinking of the bullets going by..I finally saw her.

***
I was taken away from my mother, because of the Nazis.
They made us go into these lines men to the left, girls to the right.
I did say my goodbyes but in a different way.

Once out of the train the cruel men took my mother, sister and litter brother.
Lined them up close to a trench on the ground.
At first we all thought that was for water or to hold something.

But then a flash of realization hit me...to late.
My weary eyes blinked only once, my ears heard it all.
The men aimed, fired and the bullets ran their tricks in the air, and killed all three.

As I opened my eyes from the blink I saw their bodies fall in the trench below them.
I walked up close to the dirt grave, and looked down.
The bodies...the bodies!

So many, to many but the ones I knew hugged together.
Pale, dried, bloodstained all eyes open, all eyes black.

***
My mother was lying there dead or asleep I could not tell but this felt like foreshadowing...
I could not get rid of the feeling but it felt as though history was speaking to me from the grave or somewhere.

But all I knew was that I was alone..I'm still am.
The men left..but to leave me with nothing.
To live off of, none to hold..skinny, sick, pale.

That's me, I hope you can help please help me end this before history comes back.
It felt like it did when I was standing next to all of these dead souls.
Please don't let this become old rusty winds that will blow over, will be forgotten.

Because then I will be left to die..alone.