This poem was on here a while ago. I had to revised the whole thing because, I thought that the poem had too much long lines. I hope y'll like it.
Fear, best describes the feelings in here.
Tears, are falling everywhere.
It seems like we're down to our last cry
because those Gestapo watch dogs,
have a keen sense of smell and keen eyesight.
We have been praying for eight hours now
and our knees are very sore.
But we're prepared to hold our ground,
if anybody tries to break in the door.
Our secret room is pitch-black dark.
and our only source of light,
is from a small crevice,
in the wall.
I picked up a Bible
and started reciting some verses from St. Paul.
We were terribly hungry
and we had no money
so, we're forced to eat,
our toenails, our fingernails,
swallow our saliva, and drink our urine.
In no time, my mind has frailed.
My family and I, are deeply sickened.
Our only hope is to pray to the Holy One,
in hopes of saving us from this horrible nightmare.
Otherwise, I'm fixing to pull the trigger of my secret-loaded gun
because now, I realize the true meaning of the phrase, "life ain't fair".