There with the discarded shoes

false teeth and hair

lays the rag doll

the child that loved it has gone

Her muffled cries

forever will be etched in time

no more cuddles

for the death camp doll

All were told the were being displaced

by those ******* who said

that by there Ideals

they were the master race

The camp is silent now

all the huts are empty

all that is left

is the death camp doll

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris