Holocaust

Their bodies
Skeletons standing in the sun
Famished
Blisters full of blood
Their eyes
All you could see
Their cheeks concaved
A pensive sight
They were starved of life
The stench one could hardly describe
Soldiers did not eat those nights
April and May 1945
Feeble yet yearning to survive
They mourned and wept
And bled tears of sweat
Horrors one can never grasp
But those who survived
Will never cease to remind the human kind
Of Jews slaughtered
By the pure race of contorted minds