This is the worker's of the camps song.
The sky is blue
This is new
"Work will make you free" is a lie
Nazis here
Nazis there
Gunshots ring our ears, horrid screams
We work for our lives
The sky is gray
This is scary
The food is bad
Diseases spreading faster
Nazis no where
Nazis not here
This is our chance
Run on the count of three
We will be free!
Freedom is no dream
We made it through
This is the worker's of the camps song
We made it through
The barb wired fence
No longer am I here
No longer are we Workers
Here is our freedom song
This poem is to the people who survived the work and death camps. And to those who didn't This poem came from my heart.
by: Cheyan K. 4th grade student, Tonasket Elementary School, Tonasket, Wa. Teacher: Jollie Evans
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