Poem : Corpse, Buried

corpse, buried

My corpse lays buried
A shallow grave with a hundred others.
Nobody mourns us
Nobody looks at the death pile.
They think they are safe
Shouted at by the leaders of hate.
They march to their doom
Unknowing, trying to keep hope alive.
Left, right, down the Strasse.
They follow, they bow.
Soon enough,
Their time will come.
Motioned into the showers,
Gas takes their senses,
All fight gone.
Corpses lay buried,
A shallow grave with a hundred others.

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