The Gate

January 7, 2011
By Anonymous

I stand tall and intimidating.
A fugitive before a grand jury.
I see the people walk in order, oblivious to the coming danger.
I hear the sounds of the coming danger.
I hear the sounds of people crying, begging to be reunited.
I can taste the chilled wind against my steel.
I smell the burning bodies.

I cannot let them escape.
They talk amongst themselves like a depressing forum.
The buildings and barracks speak to me of their horrors.
It makes me sad to know they cannot escape.
It makes me sad to know…
They’re dying.

The author's comments:
this is written from the perspective of a gate in Auschwitz concentration camp. It was a school project I made last year.

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