The Victims of Distress

In one moment
everything changes,
we're taken away,
put somewhere cruel
and miserable.

They beat us,
if we cry we die,
work makes us free,
we watch them all
get taken away from us.

Left equals life,
right equals death,
many sent to life,
more sent to death.
woman and children.

We're seen as fit
we get to live,
we have to work,
or our life is taken,
we clear them out.

The victims of cruelty,
beaten by other inmates,
forced to give up our life,
forced to give them our clothes,
nothing else is ours.

We're the victims of distress.

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This poem is pretty good. I was reminded of the Nazi camps when reading this: the conditions were exactly the same. I had done some research on them and this is exactly what it sounds like, is that what you meant to portray? Though for some reason, it feels like the poem is a continuation of something else, as if there was something before it. And I didn't exactly understand the following lines:
'Work makes us free, We watch them all Get taken away from us.' I feel like there's a bit of clarificatin needed there. But on the whole, it's a well-written poem.

This was meant to represent the nazi camps during world war II and the holocaust



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