“They’ll come in the night” my mother would say
So inside of the basement we lay
All was silent, there wasn’t a sound
We could not risk letting ourselves be found
We can’t let the soldiers know that were here
We’ll be alright, don’t shed a tear
First leather boots, and belt buckles I see
Those menacing eyes, are they scouring for me?
Many gunshots go off in the town
Then something I saw made my heart drown
There was my mother, who was out in the light
Surrounded by soldiers, what terror, what fright!
She caught my eye and mouthed a goodbye
As the evil inside him took aim cry
- Title: The Halocaust
- Artist: Zex Kurasaga
- Description: This is just a brief poem that i thought of while on Thanksgiving Day.
- Date: 02/03/2009
- Tags: holocaust