The Year of 1942

Marching by, taking lives
More and more, again and again
Uniforms of green and grey
Nothing left for so many
So few are good anymore, if any
Inside this building I must stay
I'm so fortunate compared to my friends
I'm lucky to be able to survive

Why did they turn against us?
What did we do so wrong?
Gassing, burning, turning into dust
The ones who were innocent all along

I can't help but cry
when I see them march by
Everything they say- it's a lie
Why are so many sentenced to die?

Crying out for help
Screams echoing through the air
Guns shot shaking the air of the night
Swastikas that no longer mean good, but now only bad
How has the world turned so cold, so sad?
Not even given the chance to fight
How can the Nazi's be so cruel, so unfair?
While here I'm hiding, unable to save any one else...