Barbwire gleams in the hot sunlight

Treading on, we walk to our own death

They prod us like cattle 

We are nothing to them

Work will set you free they saay

But we know the reality

Grace cloaks their lies

There is no truth to their words

Sent straight to the showers

We follow in the footsteps of the guards

Leading us up,

The building looms ahead

Hope that once blazed in my soul,

has reduced to a subtle flame

Packing, placing, and pushing

We're shoved into the room

The door slams,

Gas pours out

Gasping, my breath runs away

Light fades out

Now wher I am,

all cruelity is gone

Everyone is accepted

I am finally free.