Holocaust Poem

Just thought I would drop some poetry on the brutal events of the Holocaust. This is from the perspective of those facing the black death. Let us always remember history and learn from it so we don't repeat it.

Preparation

We started to feel the Black Death.

The blemishes,chills, and spots

It became harder to survive with every breath.

We saw the graves set into plots.

We were preparing for death.

Some would survive,

Most would die.

The boy asking his father if he was alive.

He would ask about their situation, why.

We were preparing for extermination.

Others would watch but not do anything.

Funeral Bells would not ring.

The dead bodies slowly rotting and coiling.

The kids bleeding and puking.

We were merely preparing...