I can’t believe one man decides my fate
Choosing how it’s done,
And his hair
A moustache perfectly formed on his top lip.
I would have liked to rip it off.
"Knowing he would suffer
Even a second's slight pain"
Would have been worth it.

Standing straight, beaming smile,
As if he was offering tickets to the
Merry-Go-Round,
I never saw anyone come off though.
Dedicated sheep in uniform
Just following his orders.

I feel sick,
Fortunately stomach empty,
There’s a lot to be said for my starvation today.

It’s the badge they wear, I hate most
Although the long black sleek polished boots
Also very intimidating.

The sheep have no thought for life
They just do what they're told
Although they don’t like fire themselves,
Their faces told me they enjoyed
The vision of someone else being burnt alive

I imagined for a second
What it would feel like if I pushed one in,
I already know he will be odorless
“Evil doesn’t smell”.
Where’s the fun in that?

My sister, already taken
My heart now marble anyway.
My legs no longer have feeling,
Terror has paralyzed them
I’m so glad,
Paralysis being my only friend.
I feel nothing.

Can you believe
It’s the pushing and shoving
That bothers me most?
I’m not scared, I promise
No point,
The more I shiver
The Evil laughter gets louder.
I’m ready.

Let them throw me into the fire,
I’ll be free from Hell.
The smell of burning hair,
Odor of sister’s skin being cooked.
Screams, unforgettable.
Even when I sleep forever, I will hear them.

I hope someone finds
my drawing one day?
I left it in camp,
It wouldn’t be hard to find.

A drawing of my house,
my sister and I, outside
A swing in the garden
Painted blue like the sky,
I drew a bright yellow sun.
Oh and not to forget

My darling dog
My beloved German Shepherd.