I met a friend and a friend met me
In a land where I was lost, two boys became free
A new friend, a new pal, a new buddy and me
Went searching for life and adventure, full of utter glee
I loved his pajamas, worn by this new friend of mine
He wore them always, every day, all of the time
We sat and played and talked with his face always black
He was always starving so I brought him snacks
Fences and pajamas kept this boy from me,
So he brought me a pair so I could come see
Dark black and grey charcoal were the strips I now wore,
If only I had known was ugliness I was in for
This boy was the same yet so different that I,
but now we looked liked brothers, what I soon saw made me cry
These weren’t bad humans but they were so sick and sad
Why were they locked here in the ***** land of the bad?
I did not understand I was confused and so scared
These were not pajamas I now knew and I was not prepared
The soldiers yelling at us and called us names,
In the distance, I could see smoke and flames
Screaming and crying, boys with shaved heads
This was the end for us, hanging on by a thread
I missed my momma, my daddy too.
What was happening? I had no clue
To a room, we were lead with people all sick and weak
Dark and depressing raining falling on my cheek
Then there was a smell, gas, smoke, and ash,
And that’s the end of the story for a boy, his Jew friend, and their inevitable crash
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
I met a friend and a friend met me
In a land where I was lost, two boys became free
A new friend, a new pal, a new buddy and me
Went searching for life and adventure, full of utter glee
I loved his pajamas, worn by this new friend of mine
He wore them always, every day, all of the time
We sat and played and talked with his face always black
He was always starving so I brought him snacks
Fences and pajamas kept this boy from me,
So he brought me a pair so I could come see
Dark black and grey charcoal were the strips I now wore,
If only I had known was ugliness I was in for
This boy was the same yet so different that I,
but now we looked liked brothers, what I soon saw made me cry
These weren’t bad humans but they were so sick and sad
Why were they locked here in the ***** land of the bad?
I did not understand I was confused and so scared
These were not pajamas I now knew and I was not prepared
The soldiers yelling at us and called us names,
In the distance, I could see smoke and flames
Screaming and crying, boys with shaved heads
This was the end for us, hanging on by a thread
I missed my momma, my daddy too.
What was happening? I had no clue
To a room, we were lead with people all sick and weak
Dark and depressing raining falling on my cheek
Then there was a smell, gas, smoke, and ash,
And that’s the end of the story for a boy, his Jew friend, and their inevitable crash
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