Screaming crowds of children

shaking violently with fear,

all crying for their mothers

themselves in floods of tears.

Stripped naked by their captors

clothes in piles upon the floor,

no dignity left for these people

no distinction from rich or poor.

Children cling to their mothers

the mothers try to be strong,

finding comfort in a silent prayer

wandering what they have done wrong.

Chimneys belch out the smell of death

and black smoke begins to rise,

they see the holes dug deep and wide

and cover their childrens eyes.

The big dark doors throw open

and they look towards the sky,

they utter towards each other

why do our children have to die.

Huddled together no room to move

hundreds are pushed inside,

no one to hear their final pleas

and nowhere they can hide.

As the steel doors shut behind them

one final prayer before they die,

and a kiss for their crying children

a cuddle and a last goodbye.