Amy's Poems of WW1 and WW2

Right, you might as well read some of MY poems... My made up sort, maybe a bit confusing to you... but to me, poems are a peice of art and linking it in the Holocaust and other bits of History, well i think its great!!


The Holocaust
By Amy

The bus looms on the dusty hill,
I wonder if my father is ill,
They grab me and my mother,
my brother and his lover.

We sit in the bus sitting in gloom,
Wondering if this is our doom,
Maybe i could escape?
Down the hill and to our gate.

After days of crammed together,
I feel myself fall and tether,
We get our cases, boxes and books,
I see people giving me looks.

I think WHY as they lead us away,
To get the 'shower' of the day,
It's dark inside and people cry,
Something comes down and i hear "My Oh My!"

I feel something slide down my throat,
Thinking of the Pleasure Ride Boat,
I suddenly feel a sharp stab,
Mother looking for find and dab.

She can't find anything,
It's starting to hurt, to kill, to sting,
I gag and retch, choking my lungs,
Spilling out on everyones tounges.

I feel a sigh of relief,
As i get to a corner, but i see in grief,
My Mother falling and lying down,
All because of the Gas Chamber Town...