CAMPS

The chambers were cold,
every heartbeat sold for
stale bread...half dead
from desperation,

dreams, only dreams
would let them free,
from the tyranny,
from the agony,
from the heinous side
of humanity,

horrors, testing faith,
no escape,
traces of human fumes,
heirlooms to desecrate,

only the sorrow,
no eye for tomorrow,
submission, without debate,
with only one guarantee,
extending the family tree.