Broken Weeds

The moths followed the little square Like he was a flame The little square wrote a book about his despair And the moths made a proclaim The little square didn't like us So he told the moths to find us, "the mess" He told them to do it without fuss 'Cause without us his garden would be flawless The moths came out to his garden They found me and my kind And pulled us out with a gun Treating us like we aren't apart of mankind We were put on trial by them And thrown into fire We were shoved into a room by 'em And gassed because it was "prior" Occasionally the moths were bored So they played hangman with us This was a game that they adored All we could do was stare at the hanging carcass They were our friends and family They were the only medals we had left We were too broken to be angry So we ignored the theft When the moths got rid of us They went for the most damaged weeds That often made us anxious Because of it some did misdeeds Some couldn't deal with the pain and fear So those weeds jumped to the birds On the floor they left a smear The smears thought jumping would send them homewards Though we saw death so many times a day We were still able to eat and treat people with hate It was because from our god we have gone astray Maybe because we were all under weight In our stomachs prowled lions Our hunger was so severe If we found stray scraps we would go for the kill If you went for the food you were a volunteer One time we ran out of food So we complained even more The moths got tired of our complaining mood So we ran to a new camp door We were often moved We went from camp to camp Of course we all disapproved On the house that was based by our stamp On each of our wrist Was and inky black stamp It was on the moths checklist It was our name in each concentration camp When we were saved from hell We were all broken weeds We couldn't even sleep well But the ones that saved us answered our needs The ones that saved us helped end the war And some were normal citizens Everyday we are grateful for their loving core Even if we had great differences Though the Holocaust made us different And the memories haunt us It was kind of a movement Because now people won't walk into war without a fuss

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