behind the black door

A holocaust poem about the gas chambers.

Solemnly I know my fears are true,
Yet I keep my soul alive by telling the untruthful,
Even though we all know where we stand,
We keep brave in whatever means we can.

Even when our numbers fade,
And the ashes float away,
Our spirits will remain scared into the world,
For at least another day.

So as we shed our striped skin,
And wipe away our fears,
We walk in harmony,
Slowly by slowly,
We walk into the endless dark,
Touching are hearts.

We all watch as one,
As the light in the room fades,
As we stand,
We wait in agony,
Behind the black door.