Concentration camp

I hear shooting in the distance
Are they coming to save me?
Are they going to deliver me from my misery?

I have been forced to work, to suffer
Behind this fence,
The one I have come to hate,
The one that holds my fate

My hands, legs and body are covered with blood
From the slapping and the beating
From all these months of suffering…

They treat me like this everyday
Because of my religion
Because I was born this way

They don’t care
About anyone but themselves
They don’t play fair

They do this to me,
To people like you
Because we’re different:
We don’t hold resentment
For people who don’t see
The same things you and I do

We don’t judge
We don’t hate,
We simply believe in a thing called fate…

© Fighter