Concentration camp

by Fighter   Mar 13, 2005

I hear shooting in the distance
Are they coming to save me?
Are they going to deliver me from my misery?

I have been forced to work, to suffer
Behind this fence,
The one I have come to hate,
The one that holds my fate

My hands, legs and body are covered with blood
From the slapping and the beating
From all these months of suffering…

They treat me like this everyday
Because of my religion
Because I was born this way

They don’t care
About anyone but themselves
They don’t play fair

They do this to me,
To people like you
Because we’re different:
We don’t hold resentment
For people who don’t see
The same things you and I do

We don’t judge
We don’t hate,
We simply believe in a thing called fate…

© Fighter


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  • 12 years ago

    by ScarletHaze

    wow gr8 write hun xox

  • 12 years ago

    by Fighter

    thank you sooo much to everyone!!!! it means a lot to me

  • 12 years ago

    by Eden

    I really like this one, because it is so true. You have a real talent for poetry. maybe if you gots the time, you could stop by and read my shtuff.


  • 12 years ago

    by Exquisite_Emily

    REALLY great job! I enjoyed this poem a LOT! its brought the stores that my Grandparents tell, into a poem, keep up the good work!

  • 12 years ago

    by Katie Lynn

    wow, that was very powerful... good job.5/5