Holocaust Pushed out on the streets With only a few bags Wearing yellow stars On top of thin rags No care for our comfort They haul us around Even the young children Are dragged across the ground We get shipped away in trains Crowded with a hundred others Listening to the dreadful cries Of children pleading for their mothers Days go by and they give us no food Still crowded on this train We're all in such a terrible mood The oxygen is scarce Its becoming harder to breathe I can't stand it any longer I just want to leave Finally we arrive This new place gives me the blues It makes me realize theres no hope For me or any Jews I see smoke from a huge fire Followed by a terrible smell It's a smell of burning bodies Something straight out of hell Jews sluggishly walk around Not looking very fit Always being pushed around They just want a place to sit Children being separated From families who were sent to burn They know their fate is gruesome too Probably a walk with no return I've come to realize In this camp is where I will die Right below me where I stand Is where my corpse will soon lie