This was written while I was visiting Dachau, the first concentration camp that was set up in Germany and was the prototype for all the other camps.
Deviation meant death
Medical research slaughter
and i cry
not only for their pain
But for all those who suffer
silently overlooked
all i can do is write
this paper will decompose
like the bodies of those in pain
and my cries , like theirs
will be unheard
[Here I sit , under the arms of a great sprucebut I feel no hope]
after writing this I went and looked at the Jewish memorial, that has no windows, but one opening in the roof. Standing inside looking at the beam of light coming in, i realized there is hope;