My first train ride

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Brutal thrust, shoved ahead,

Yet mother holds on tight,

Father is seperated instead,

By uniformed monsters of fright!

Crying, screaming, pleading voices,

Echo upon stern, deaf ears,

Though it is loud noises,

They care not of our fears.

More and more they push,

Shoving us like cattle into a pen,

Until there is a deathly hush,

As those outside have the ken.

Whispers bounce around,

As quickened breathing subsides,

Slowly some sag to the ground,

Our future someone else decides.

Outside through wooden slats,

View the herders, laughing deep,

Kicking laying forlorn hats,

While locked away, the people weep.

Self assured signal displayed,

Brings to life smoking dragon wyrm,

Jolts frightend bodies of those betrayed,

Our footings not quite firm.

Soon, rhythmic clattering, lulls the brain,

My eyes drift, warm in mothers embrace,

This is my first ride on a train,

Fall asleep, looking at mothers face.

Hours pass slowly, mainly silent,

None really speak, as none know,

Our outcome, as fear does not relent,

Dire whispers some begin to sow!

My ears my mother does close,

Shushing me gently so as to calm,

Head in her chest, I smell her rose,

As she gently pats me with her palm.

Stink of sweat, from unwashed bodies,

Mixed with faeces and urine smell,

As there is no lavoteries,

Builds up, creating an animal hell!

Debased, deprived of humanity,

Treated like nothing more than bovine cattle,

Made fully aware of mans depravity,

Sparks madness as some begin to prattle.

In the corner, they pile the deceased,

Lucky bastards some spit out,

No longer in the accursed hell encased,

Freedom for them without a doubt.

Mother wakes me gently, sleep clinging,

The train is slowing, our stop ahead,

None seem to care or show any feeling,

As the train slowly stops dead!

More uniformed men step forward,

Cast open the doors like Noah's ark,

I try not to show I am a coward,

As it is slowly getting dark.

They herd us like sheep, rifles kissing, guiding,

Men oneside, woman, children the other,

This chaos is overpowering and frightening,

I get seperated from my mother!

Tears flow readily, blinding me more,

My little voice drowned out in the cacophony,

Shoving, kicking, they guide us into a store,

Some men greet us, their smiles phony.

Stripped bare, of clothes and goods,

Cringed noses, called filthy, given soap,

I look fleetingly at the woods...

Its beauty, serenity, quitens, gives me hope!

Copious flesh, once more pressed,

Into massive white clean shower,

Some seem a little less stressed,

Not me...all I taste is sour.

Hand grips me from behind, heart pounds,

Scream escapes, as door slams closed,

Warm embrace, mother soothes above the sounds,

Panic, doubt aplenty, as the herd is enclosed.

Screams, shouts, tear at my ears,

My mother bodily encases me in a womb,

Absorbing my fears,

Slowly the gas seeps into our tomb.

Quietly, safe, within my mothers arms,

Our lips touch one final kiss,

While around us chaos rules alarms,

Deep down I know something is amiss.

Quietly, we slip together,

Tightly meshed, flesh to flesh,

With nothing left in this world to bother,

And no oxygen, our lungs to refresh.

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