Hmmm... Not sure if this is Dramatic Poetry, but I tried to make it kind of dramatic. I didn't mean for this to be insensitive, and I am extremely sorry if it seems like that.
We all go marching one by one
Squashed through train doors, it's nothing near fun
The smallest boy stops to catch his breath
The guard comes by and brings the boys death
We all go marching two by two
Cramped into the train, through and through
The seats are all taken- most of us stand
There's not enough space to move a hand
We all go marching three by three
The train chugs on, we start to freeze
But then it all stops and doors start to open
Those still alive fall outside chokin'
We all go marching four by four
We tumble out, back through the door
We taste fresh air with maximized fear
The guards all shout so we can hear
We all go marching five by five
We get slit up, now that we've arrived
Men to the left, girls to the right
Lots of families die in the fight
We half go marching six by six
We pass to the left of a load of bricks
Men working hard to build a wall
I start to worry it'll trap us all
The women go marching seven by seven
With fear in their hearts and thoughts of heaven
The ladies get joined by young boys too
Old gramp's are shown to the back of the queue
Our mix goes marching eight by eight
Soon there are whispers of what lies in wait
We see the smoke rising, smell something else too
Before we know it, a pit is in view
We all go marching nine by nine
We all know that we're losing time
The line runs into a fiery depth
Those at the front seem walking inept
We all go falling ten by ten
My last thought is: what happens to men?
Then fire takes over and envelopes my soul
I've payed with my life for the Jewish toll.
It was supposed to be about the holocaust, but because I'm new to poetry, I know it must be a bit diverged from my intentions.
