They told us we’ll be safe

They said we would not die

They said they would not hurt us

We’re the apple of Hitler’s eye

Soon they took away my hair

And drew all over my skin

I feel that my life is over

“Help me” I am so thin

Can you see the number on my skin?

Near enough the amount of times I’ve been beaten

Hours, weeks, months have passed

And I still haven’t eaten

Please take a look at me

Just look at my face

Why does it seem to matter so much

That I’m not part of the Aryan race.

Thank the Lord! The time has come

I’m going for a shower

How long am I going to live?

A month, a year, an hour?

It’s happened now my time is up

Many years were fun

Maybe I’ll see you again

My life here... is done.