The morning comes
with yet another day
I work very hard
and yet no pay
For my family
I cry and I weep
for all the dead
piled in a heap
we get little food
and dread to be picked
for then we go to the gas chambers
at least we are not tricked
we waste away
as time does tick
we pray to god
for us and all the sick
and if I die
before I wake
I will surly slowly bake
so let me live another day
this I pray!
