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.