Kill My God

Not in life but in death are we freed
from the torment of those who don't know us.
We stand here cold, hopeless,
striped of our clothes and our identities.
In a place where right means death and left means life
you hope not to steer the wrong way.
Death surrounds me as I stand exposed to the soldiers.
That ones staring at me,
picturing me bending to his will,
the other,
picturing me bleeding beneath his bayonette.
Loud noises come from the ditances;
screams, cries for mercy;
them, soulless
me, helpless.
These people kill innocents,
these demons kill my god.

** its not done...its about the halocaust if you cant guess..... i was just typing in an unedited poem but i have to get off the computer so heres all i have right now... what do you think??? what does it need??