The Jude..

Hush...says the mother..

Everything will be okay..

As the child is taken from the mothers arms..

Nothing..will be okay.

For this child..Was jewish..

A rival in a German's keen eyes..

Many people lay on the ground..

Silent..without any cries.

The children are lined..

In an orderly row..

Some children are shot..

Some are sent below.

As they enter a chamber..

So thought to be a shower..

The gun is raised to the mothers head..

"Burn in hell..You coward."

She whispers a prayer..

To herself in fear..

A prayer that she thought..

her child would hear.

Be safe my child..

Do what they say..

Dont ever let them think..

That im gone away.

For I am always here..

always in your heart..

Hopefully someday..

Youll get a better start.

The battle raged on..

For a year or more..

The children killed One by One

The so thought never ending war.

And so my poem reads..

Of the helpless and the crude..

We must remember the blood lost..

The blood from the jude.

Forgive..but never forget. Thankyou.

The hollowcaust. R.I.P to all the lives and children lost.