Step by Step,
They march in line.
Hand in Hand,
Couples intertwine.
Do they know
their close destiny?
They will not
last eternity.

Lines are split
into a great two,
depending on things
they can and cannot do.
Strong and skilled
are in line one; others?
Their life is sadly done.

Each a number
owned by others,
There were now
childless mothers.
Old and weak
too little you could tell,
were all shot dead
into the pits of hell.
Beat and pushed
to a life of hate,
few survived
for many it was too late.

The Land was full of
Blood and tears,
Smells were full of
Flesh and fears.
Many drowned in
deadly gas,
Hopes shattered
like a broken glass.
Religion, race
Or disability,
all were seen a futility,
except their bodies
reused to cope,
Hair for pillows
Fat for soap.

So what is left
for those who survived?
A number on the arm
they were in hell,
but they are alive.