My Poetry. Lest we Never forget!

Treated like animals
because of their race—
blackened bodies,
a human disgrace.

Old and young,
huddled in groups;
soldiers yelling,
tied up in loops.
Some are shot,
their pain at an end;
fatherless children,
unable to defend.

Led to rooms
made of wood,
the rich, the poor,
the bad, the good.
Millions of people
lined up outside—
they knew their fate,
nowhere to hide.

No one cared
if they lived or died;
fear-ridden faces
reached for the sky.

Black smoke rises
from human remains;
hundreds of people
taking the reins.
Orders were clear:
no one must survive;
every father and son
cannot be alive.

After the Holocaust,
no one to reflect,
just smoke from a fire,
no one to detect.
We must never forget
this horror from the past;
this was no film
with thousands as a cast.