My Life

This camp is filled with sadness
My parents are away from me for most of day
They, along with the other adults are working right now
Us children work too but we don’t have it as bad
Every night, my dad quietly complains about his back
If the guard had caught him, he would be beaten
He worries for us
I can tell that many have died here
The smell of death flows through the camp
Many are sick and hungry
Another kid that I met died from starvation
I knew from the day they came for us
I knew we were going to die
I had hoped we would be rescued
I hoped our god would save us
But no one came
No one will rescue us
No one can rescue us
Why do they hate us
Why do they beat us
I don’t think I will ever understand