Silence

Devils clothes

Shivering in the dark,

Ice cold room,

Got to keep quite,

They might hear us.

Hold each other tight,

Feel each others heat,

Rather than see,

Each others fear.

They search for us,

They know we are here,

They just do not know where,

They might just leave.

Soft treads of feet grow louder,

Crashing furniture echoes,

Shouts of anger reverberate,

The search growing nearer.

Feel the drops of tears,

Mine or is it hers,

I do not know, except...

Salty taste of dreaded fear.

Cower closer in the dark,

The noise is all about,

So close to where we are,

Our time is running out.

Lips move in prayer,

Silent messages flown away,

Each their own private beseech,

To a God that might be there.

Cringe as door opens,

Light rushes in,

Exposed where we are,

Nowhere can we flee.

Fear, grips our hearts,

Bladder releases warmth,

Mouths agape in horror,

Silent screams upon our lips.

Watch helplessly,

As he enters the room,

Hear the others continued search,

Yet he walks on by.

Trashes room, all around,

Cannot miss us for sure,

Yet he sees us not,

God has heard our prayers?

Stiff uniform of pitch black,

A face so young,

Marred by lapel SS,

Turns, stares straight at us!

Words, of pleading,

Wish to escape,

Convince him to leave us be,

...surprise...he winks at us.

The door closes with a crash,

He shouts that none are here,

Listen as the boots depart,

What man is this in a monsters clothes?

Hours pass, in pitch dark,

Await the light,

Though trucks growls, long gone,

Too afraid to depart.

Still can smell our fear,

Yet as the sun rises,

We view the horror,

The carnage of man's insanity.

There are only a few survivors,

All the same tale,

A single soldier,

The very same man, our saviour.

Seems, his hate was not theirs,

He lied to save us few,

Grateful, we are, yet still sad,

For those still killed that night.

Leave the killing behind,

We flee the ruins of our homes,

Trek to a prayed for sanctuary,

A place of no more hate.

As the light begins to fade,

Stumble upon a battlefield,

Corpses strewn where we look,

Death teasing our noses.

Single body moves,

Stirs in painful silence,

Black uniform stained in red,

Something familiar stabs at us.

It is he...the one...

To his aid we go,

Strip him of attire,

Man once more, treat his wounds.

One good deed,

Deserves another.

Man can still be good,

Though he wears the Devils suit.