War

A shove on my back makes me stumble,

I move forward, spewing out a mumble.

The officer glares at me, says, "Frank?

Jew?12?" I nod, my face blank.

He motions forward, and I move, my heart,

Gripped with fear, as I part,

From the crowd, into a room,

Already knowing that it was an entrance to my doom.

I look through a window, and see people tied,

To a pole, all of them, looking like they wanted to hide.

Gunshots ring and echo around,

And I see them, dead, dropping to the ground.

My eyes water and I gasp,

Trying to process as I rasp,

A silent scream, before suddenly, the doors are banged shut.

The lights stop working, a power cut?

My neighbours run in all directions, crying and screaming,

So loud and surreal, that I wonder if I'm dreaming.

A hissing sound makes me look up,

And I make the mistake of taking a gulp.

My throat burns, and I fall,

Suffering and lonely, no one to call.

I wonder what I had done to get,

This torturous pain, that I've met.

The sound of heavy silence makes my ears hurt,

Before the war finally takes me, and I become just another part of this bloodstained dirt.