Dachau

• Stephanie Kutchen, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2008

The gates are shut.
There is no going back.
There is nothing to go back to,
There is nothing ahead.

They call us worthless.
Our lives our nothing.
Who says that they have that right?
Who gave them that authority?

I see death all around me.
I see innocent children,
Happily entering the gas chambers
I see black smoke.

I hear air raids.
I hear the guards panicking.
I think the end is near.
But, for me, it is too late.