• Night in poem

    Falling
    Cold and wet
    White flakes
    So pretty
    But here it mixes
    With the blackness
    The black ashes of the dead
    To make the world a gray place
    With death everywhere
    A little girl in a bright red coat
    Walks with her sisters and mother to her death
    Walking toward the building with promises of a shower
    Walking toward the building with the tall chimneys
    Where the ashes are coming from
    All to never be seen again
    For the flames had gotten them
    And now they join those who rain down on us with the snow
    All around are starving men
    The walking dead
    One breaks ranks
    For some extra soup
    Just to be shot in the head
    A little angel hangs from the gallows
    No one helps as the little angel dies a slow death
    No freedom
    No name
    No life
    Just death
    Hanging over you with every step