If Words Could Make A Change

Have You Read Anne Frank... Do you wanna read a poem about her death?
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If Words Could Make a Change
Black and white
That is all I see
A camp of deep shadows
The darkest one is me
As I enter
I know that I will never come out
Death is coming
I want to scream and shout
Horrid, putrid smell
Found in dungeons deep
The stench of rotting flesh
Guts and gore slowly seep
Blood and tears combine
Jews fall dead on the ground
For fear of being tortured
We cannot make a sound
One room
A Hundred people
One fate
Dreams crippled
Wooden walls surround
Heavy hearts
Only ends
Never starts
Banging of metal
That rips open chests
Mutilated bodies
That flies infest

Salty taste
Of rotting flesh
I taste it on my tongue
The blood still fresh
Lying awake at night
Pondering my dreams
Listening to the sounds
Blocking out the screams
Weeping and wailing
For help we all cry
All our dreams shattered
In the blink of an eye
One by one
They disappear
Into a mound of strangers
That were killed right here
That tangled mass of blood
That no one will ever see
Dumped on the hard, stone floor
That thing is me
In Bergen-Belsen
Lives are suddenly cut
People cry, and then they die
I wonder-For what?
If words could make a change
Like the ones I left behind
In the Annex it lies
For someone to find
If I can make a change
In the world today
No more souls hurt
In this way
Freed from the hate
Rising to the bliss
The white light calling
Lifes second kiss
To watch from above
My dreams unfold
A lasting hope
Made of gold
Black and white
I no longer see
A heaven of colors
A lasting legacy