Standing still, wondering if it’s life or death.
Hoping a lot, on every single breath.
Wishing for peace, freedom, and happiness
Yet in so much pain from all the distress.
When will the Germans let him free?
But one may ask, will they ever be?
This boy, so innocent and young
Standing still, thinking am I going to be hung?
Standing Still, grasping the fence so tight,
Hoping that he will be alright.
Wishing for acceptance and relief
Yet wondering if he will come out of this coma,
Of disbelief
When will he get the food he needs?
But when will he get the bandages for when he bleeds?
This boy, so tender and sweet
Standing still, waiting to defeat.
I know many of the letters are not supposed to be capitalized =]
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