From the outside looking in
It’s a family camp
With cafés filled with scrumptious pastries
And hundreds of games to play non-stop
The view of reality is locked away

A nauseating scent is present throughout the air -
Coming out of the fat brick chimney
At the top of the old hill

Rows of thin and tattered clothes
Fit over emaciated bodies
Each labeled with not names,
But numbers

We are pushed into darkness
Confusion encircles us
Soldiers screech out orders & commands

They say it is just a shower
“Take off your clothes”
They say,
Screaming

We do as we are told
After all,
We now are simply
The inside looking out

We can’t make a difference;
Soon, we won’t be anything at all
They say it’s just a shower
They say to us

On the inside looking out