On My Watch.

I can still hear the cries,
thoose cries from many years ago.
crieing there wishes, for food, for clothes,
for survival.
i could have helped them, said no to this madman,
this madman with his "Blitzkrieg",
i could have stopped them,
before they were tricked into there horrible fate.
i could have let them run free,
and i could save even more, then what was just on my watch,
woken everyone from there thought controlled state,

but did i?

No. instead, thousands died on my watch.
Thousands in the gas chambers.
Thousands in the ovens.
Thousands, in the trenches.
Thousands, from the rifles.

All on my watch.