The Letter.
Dear students of the Holocaust,
Hello. My name is Chris, at 14, that’s no way to be living..
And that a man is treated by color..
..........................Hence, progressing down to religion..
Sit in anguish, taken from home. Watching the guard stroll..
Announcing theres food. Handing down an empty dog bowl..
Depression surrounding Auschwitz, and nobody with money..
Getting to sleep on the floor, that only if lucky..
Not knowing the duty or job there. People figured a slave..
Avoiding the ovens, instead ordered to dig your own grave..
Jews, Homos, and Gypsies murdered. The air was polluted..
Not only was it grownups. But kids also included..
These people were sick. And still are. Nobody was thrilled..
Having a slice of bread to consume. But no stomach to fill..
Horrifying nights, and constant cry’s. A weeping willow..
Having a kink in your neck..
..........................Using your fathers corpse as a pillow..
I guess believing a something. Theres a price to pay..
As I know this from experience. And loved ones away..
Never being the same, no happiness, nor love, in or sight..
Knowing so much about this event. This was my life..
So I’ll wrap it up, in tears. As I finish my letter..
Im 70 years old. And forgetful..
............................But this will be in my mind..
......Forever..