They stumbled over each other <br />to reach the only exit <br />from the dark and putrid room. <br />Here they had been confined <br />since the Nazis <br />rounded them up <br />like sheep. <br /> <br />There were no means of escape <br />but oblivious of the gas chamber, <br />they tried anyway. <br />Each one squeezing <br />through the battened door <br />like toothpaste. <br /> <br />Decades later <br />we can still hear <br />the ghosts wailing: <br />No reprieve! <br />Justice now!<br /><br />Buxton Shippy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-the-grave-4/
