alright here is the poem.it may not be the best but i did write in when i was like 11 or something.
REMEMBERING
THE PAST
It was like a never ending journey to the camp
When we arrived it was dark and damp
But not as dark and damp our hearts were going to be.
We lined up in a row waiting for one way to go
Some to the right and some to the left,
You went for a shower with no time for breath
The left was complete certain death
The right was a bad sight,with huts as black as coal
Although we were put to work we had hope in our souls
We were tired and couldnt go on
We fell one by one like rain
As quick as water running down a drain
I heard the guns but this was good
When they came to release us from this hell
All i felt was sorrow for the ones that fell
All i do now is look back and think
It shouldnt have happened but
That wont bring back the millions that perished in the camp