Auschwitz

Bated were their breaths

As the train entered the dreaded Auschwitz.

Dark clouds of dread looming over their heads

As they were compelled to set foot into the unknown.

Throats parched with thirst and the fear of their lives,

Thousands of goosebumps marring their skins,

No one knew if those were because of the snow outside

Or the terror of the most brutal death lurking around.

Their frantic glances glided over everything their tired eyes could see,

Trying to absorb any distant warmth or perhaps,

To find the last ray of hope, a way outside.

This was not a nightmare, because 

Nightmares do end after some moments,

Nor was this hell, for it punishes your dead soul

For the crimes you do. 

This was a never-ending saga of the murder of innocent souls,

Whose only crime was being born with the slightest different colour,

A different race, as mankind would say.

No one really knew the horrors to come their way,

Nor did they know if they were about to fall a victim 

To the demons of extreme trepidation within

Or succumb to the grotesque monsters of immense hatred outside.

It wasn't just a dark place, Auschwitz,

It fed on innocent souls, swallowing any ounce of life 

Which was made to come its way,

Swallowing any ounce of humanity

To have ever existed within.

The war might have been over, 

Decades might have passed, but

The scars on the walls of Auschwitz still remain,

A reminder of all that was nefarious, barbarous, and inhuman.