It seems quite natural now, these feelings, and this annihilation
As I look at the barrier, like razor wire between us
The man in Grey a fascist still marching with jack boots
Hands me a dirty bowl with dirty fingers - pure water!
It is a cycle, a routine even of the contradictions here…
A race against another more extremist more Aryan
Whose axes fall across the land which they fill with blood?
There is no freedom within this Camelot the jousting is ended
The hearts and souls of the vanquished are only white smog
Drifting to the Elysian Fields for unification with loved ones
I as the author of this poem write this in my crammed bed
Will I live another day? I pray to God Almighty he may let me
In him I belief I will come through this hell on earth, this cesspit
I pray that if my life is taken then my words may bring joy
And remembrances to the many that I've seen die here.
B...
Moszek Bergman
Auschwitz Birkenau 1944
Competition piece
Written by B.R Walker
Copywriter 2011 UK