Victims in Distress

A poem about the holocaust, I don't think it's that great but I would just like to see how it goes.

In one moment
everything changes,
we're taken away,
put somewhere cruel
and miserable.

They beat us,
if we cry we die,
work makes us free,
we watch them all
get taken away from us.

Left equals life,
right equals death,
many sent to life,
more sent to death.
woman and children.

We're seen as fit
we get to live,
we have to work,
or our life is taken,
we clear them out.

The victims of cruelty,
beaten by other inmates,
forced to give up our life,
forced to give them our clothes,
nothing else is ours.

We're the victims of distress.