| Poem for English Project |
| I'm sitting on the street waiting to be taken to be taken somwhere I do not know where I'm going All I know is that it is going to be boring As I rode the train I could not sleep because the girl next to me was a creep Finally the train came to a stop As they opened the door I could see a German cop We were yelled at and told to get out of the train As I walked to the camp I could already feel the pain When I got to my block I was going insane I would work every single day Nobody ever got any pay All you got was stale bread and raw soup It seemed like my life was being twisted into a loop The only thing I did was dream of being free And question God, why did this happen to me? |
| by Julio Garcia |