Strong People

Sun shining brightly, white picket fence
Nothing to worry their minds
Who knew in the few years to come
Darkness would be their finds

Scared little faces of boys and girls
Too young to see such a hate
But age didn't matter to the men
Who broke that white picket gate

Camps on the outskirts of nowhere
Held people packed as if rats
Who ate no better than dogs
If even food could be had

Beaten and tortured day in and out
With nothing left but each other
Lonely faces of people unknown,
Seperated from sister and mother

Minds left to wonder if they'd survive
And if not, how they would die
Soldiers taunting them endlessly
Playing with innocent minds

Still conviction and strength were held to
As they sat and said there prayers
Men could break their bodies
But not the faith that put them there

They had a choice, a slip of paper
That their faith they would give up
And signing it may have freed them
But God was more than enough

So they stayed in those filthy cells
With every disease known to man
And when they left that horrid war
Faith was stronger than when it began