Who Wrote this poem!!!!!

I’m trapped in this place and I can’t escape,
I look at my younger brother and wonder if this is his fate,
To die in this place working as a slave
Into the naked flames of fire will be our eternal grave
We haven’t seen our mother in about a year
To think she is waiting for us on the other side is my deepest fear
We are being prosecuted for a war that we couldn’t even fight in,
Each day here is like a Kristallnacht times ten

The little food that they give us I give to him
“They’re coming for us soon” is my favorite lie to him
That hope is better than food and it nourishes us both
He believes it, but I really know,
We will never leave this place
Today or tomorrow maybe our final day
They have so many methods of getting rid of us
A bullet through the head will be the best of our luck