Solders and us

Solders and us

One day, the divider was made

Some solders decided to start a war

The war propaganda spread wide

“We, must carry the guns for the war!”

One day, we started getting hurt

We, officials, live in the office buildings

We never felt the sacrifice of blood

The dying ones away from our beings

One day, we found our books banned

The schools were closed, no more lectures

We worked for the publishing job lost

We had no rations of food nor luxuries

One day, we lost our homes like a movie

Some people are scares, the working solders

We were asked to leave for our opportunities

We speak few languages like good translators

One day, we lost to the concentration camps

We had nothing but barefooted and no food

We only had children’s dresses, working clothes

A bag with only extra clothes for a sleeping ground

One day, we found only the stars watching us

The nightmare was the barred window without glass

We were ignored, kicked, denied... like worms

We as citizens before no longer... eating maggots

One day, we wished this never happen again

We had this sweeping of the ground imagined

The shooting star going and passing in a line

Hallucinated enough and feeling of before killed...

Can you tell me.. feed me.. teach me..

Everything about the war that haunted me...?

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This is one of the poetry I wrote for the new poetry book, "Not yet to Auschwitz." Do you think it sounds enough to get attention on the people who like to see things from the peace and sastainability protecting?