Holocaust

by BrokenMisery   Sep 11, 2005


Breathless screams fill these rooms,
Their lives are buried in those tombs.
Women, men and children are dead,
Their helpless lives as this viral spread;
The disease takes over in dark's relief,
Killing these people in hatred's belief.
Suffocating or bullets cut beyond flesh;
In their broken numb frames the pain is fresh.
Their lives are worthless to these people who kill,
Watching these deaths were amusement to thrill.
Slaughtering marches were in death condition,
Testing their bodies in Hell's position,
This murder to please, the Devil's boss,
This pain was called pleasure in the Holocaust.

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  • 18 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    A strong and powerful subject, which is difficult to write about, I know I've tried it.
    What happened back then will never be forgotten or forgiven, as the tragedy was too awful. You did well to bring those points forward. I'm sure everything in your poem is truthful and so it allows others to remember the suffering that went on.

    The only criticism I have is that you have made it rhyme. I understand if rhyming poetry is your style, that is fine. My only point is rhyming can create a bouncy rhythm to the poem and so taking the seriousness away.

    Good job, a well written tribute.

  • 18 years ago

    by Kurt

    Great job, You certianly capture a mood very well and when I read this i was moved. I remember the things i've been told about the holocaust and they echoed the things you wrote about. It all clicked and fell into place very neatly. Definately a 5/5.

  • 18 years ago

    by Brittney Follett

    I hated the holocaust i cried at some things i heard and saw this poem is great gj *zar'roc

    *zar'roc-misery

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