The sad weeping willow

A Poem by Jane Doe

I remember back then,
Friends could be friends,
No terror or fear back when,
The war was yet to begin.

Free to bicker, free to play,
Who knew that everything,
Would be forbidden one day,
That everything joyous would soon go away.

The chambers!
The gas!
Who knew lives,
Could be taken so fast?

While fathers were at war,
Waist deep in mud,
They knew what it is what they fought for,
Blood thirsty, bloodshed, they craved more.

A new orphan,
A new widow,
A new body,
Lay still under the willow.

Your baby, dead,
Gassed alive in the night,
You're all alone now, scared out of your head,
As love silently bleeds red.

Now is your chance,
Hide the Jews,
Hide with your mom and happily dance,
Enhance your happiness and save a life.

The chambers!
The gas!
Who knew lives,
Could be taken so fast?

The men at war,
The women being abused,
Baby's are crying, dying, throats sore,
Souls shattered and burnt to the core.

A new orphan,
A new widow,
A new body,
Lay still under the sorrowful weeping willow.