Poem#2

Blinded by the gas
oh how it burns so much
never to see again no more
sites no more looking up in the sky
never to see whats going on its so loud
take this person life away for they will never
be able to protect and offend for themselves ever again

(choking i know there throats are burning)
no way of winning as the man scurries
off to find a dark corner to sit in
hoping that no one would try to kill him

the germans how dirty could they be to take
away every vision the eyes could ever see
never do they fight fair attacking with poison gas
smothering the humans only air.

the last thing these eyes witnessed were
the smokey looking air , alot of people
covering thier eyes, trying to fend for their lives
as my vision gets blurry it slowy but painfully
goes complety out it's like being in a room with lites
turned out never to be on ever again.

Assignment 7 Unit 6

Here I am holding them back.
SO much confidence they lack.
so much sorrow in there face
all the pain and suffering.
Wondering if they'll make it to another day.

As the tears run down, looking up at the fear in there eyes
I wish I could be on the other side
holding them back from this place.

So many young lives wondering
where there;s parents could be,
could they have forgotten about them,
do they still love them?

All hope is lost no one seems to care.

Feeling their linp poor bodies leaning
against me, feels as light as a feather falling
thru the sky.
so mistreated without much to eat a hard bed
to lay thier head down in a room full of thousands
of children.
All the meaningless beatings
how could they be so cruel.

What have these poor children done? to desreve all the pain and mistreatment. someone ought to make a change.
I can't im only barbed wire unable to do anything
but overlook the pain.