My trip to poland.

A step into a different place

You may think is a different world

Yet only a race

For life, for breath, for family and all

Yet it is torture, suffering and people used as a tool

Majdanek, Auschwitz

Places of crime

Killing so many in such little time

The beauty of nature taken away

These human that tortured, humans, no, what were they?

Into the cattle carts, full of pain

Whether in summer’s heat

Or cold winters rain

Innocent children split from their past

Their future gone, gone quick and gone fast

No time to say hello

No time to say goodbye

Their breath taken away

No sound of any cry

It may also seem fake

Like it isn’t even true

But no, it was not a mistake

It happened to you

By Ruthie Epstein