And They Marched Us Away
The darkness is brewing-
I sense its approach;
there is no escape
from the grip
it impose.
Eyes of hate stare,
caught in the snare-
a deal to our unmaking.
What fools we were
to let it get this far
without taking the stand
that would save our own.
Instead cower in fear
as they draw near
to take us to
their death camps.
How to escape?
Is there even a way?
Hope? Faith?-
has forsaken us.
Drift asunder
as all falls to plunder
beneath their marching feet.
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