Edgar A. Tieman

SHATTERED WINDOWS

Black booted heel echoed off the walls
Heel of the guns crashed the doors

In fear they tried to hide
Yellow stars they had to wear

Young and old, male and female
Off to cattle cars they were hauled

Chambers of gas in they went
Only thing left was their bones

Many deep pits they had dug
Only to be filled with their blood

Fences barbed they did stare
Nothing left but skin and bones

Experiment many become
In a pit they were dumped

Even today it is the same
Shattered windows from the past
Will never change or heal