Nazis


Together they stand,
So sure and so proud.
As cries full of death,
Are heard from the crowd.
But no one is moving,
To help, but they should,
Those poor tortured people,
But nobody would.
And all of the people,
Huddled around,
Were hoping and praying,
Now dead on the ground.
And still we wonder what we could do,
As they ride off,
To kill another Jew!
The Nazis with fire,
The smoke, oh so black.
Praying and hoping,
They'd never come back.
Only to please them,
We die without pride.
Yet nobody witnessed,
The nights that they cried.
I wish I could show them,
But cruel hearts can't see,
Every human,
Has to be FREE!!



Hrysoula L. Davis, March 5, 1997
Copyright © Hrysoula L. Davis 1997




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