Ring around the chamber, who will go inside? I'm starving and ***** so why would I hide?
I feel my ribs, but my stomach even more. Many girls have been violated again and again like penny ******. I don't know what to feel because for the first time I don't think God is real.
A shower will do me good, I say. They wouldn't want us to stink, if we did stay. I pull off my stripes. The nakedness appalls me. As far as I could see I found human skeletons staring back at me.
The door shut, but water there was none. Every person bled into one massive grave. For every life, a soul gave.
Ring around the rosey pocket full of posey ashes, ashes, they all fall **down.
This is my first Holocaust poem. I hope you like it :)