Red Sector A

All that we can do is just survive

All that we can do to help ourselves

Is stay alive...

Ragged lines of ragged grey

Skeletons, they shuffle away

Shouting guards and smoking guns

Will cut down the unlucky ones

I clutch the wire fence

Until my fingers bleed

A wound that will not heal-

A heart that cannot feel-

Hoping that the horror will recede

Hoping that tomorrow-

We'll all be freed

Sickness to insanity

Prayer to profanity

Days and weeks and months go by

Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry

I hear the sound of gunfire

At the prison gate

Are the liberators here-

Do I hope or do I fear?

For my father and my brother-it's too late

But I must help my mother

Stand up straight...

Are we the last ones left alive?

Are we the only human beings

To survive?...