Auschhwit-birkenau

A certain drabness still hangs
Over the remnants of the wooden huts
You can just about picture a graveyard here
It kind of gets into your guts
A wretched cheerless uninhabited place
Of souls from years gone by
A rail track grey and sombre
Where thousands did in fact die

Barbed wire fences there to keep
The prisoners at bay
Birch trees sweep into the misty sky
And fade away
A mist hangs clingingly near the road
That by passes the camp
It’s has the look of wretchedness
Which is altogether damp

You can all imagine that agony
All that fearful pain
The karma of the lost souls
The sweep of the refrain
The sick the old the injured
Auschwitz-birkenau
A place that created terror
And was altogether dour