My Poetry. Remembrance.

It's the outbreak of War 
humanity is scared 
a time for hurt 
no one prepared. 
Marching Soldiers 
Machines that kill 
fired upon people 
shooting at will. 
Races wiped out
at the click of a gun
tears and sadness
under the sun.
An army of hate
towards our fellow man
they try to hide
and the children ran.
Soldiers on orders
killing all ages
rifles at the ready
names on the pages.
Never forget
the millions who died
killed because of race
the fascists had lied.