Beyond the Fence

Beyond this rusty, bloodstained fence, is there something left of my old world, is there still vibrant green grass and singing birds, do they still sing those songs only I could understand. Here there is no birdsong, the only sound there is is the screaming of fellow captives as they are beaten or they are driven mad by the want of their home land.
Blood stains every single link on this fence, giving them a thicker layer of skin than us. That damned fence taunts us, telling us freedom is only a few short steps away, but you can't have it because of your filthy k'az'r blood, and our disgusting ways. I can't help but count each day until I depart this world, the world f routine abuse for being what I am. A Jew, in their eyes, a filthy, disgusting, tainted Jew, someone who is not even fit to breathe the same air as Der Fuhrer.
Every night I dream of freedom, of those vibrant green meadows filled with beautiful flowers and golden trees and the smiling faces of those poor children who had suffered the same fate as hundreds before them, only this time they are no longer skeletal shells of their former selves, they are laughing, healthy and are floating in the breeze with soft golden wings beating gently, creating ripples in the air.
Some nights, I even see a light, and I see those children beckoning me towards them, but for some reason I hold on, just one more day, my body tells me, and then those days get longer and longer. I guess my body did that just to show that Paskudnyak, that Hitler, that the Jews aren't weak.
But tonight, I saw those children again. This time they told me it was my last chance to follow them to that meadow, and I enjoyed seeing them so much. I. Gave. Up.

Beyond this fence, I found something waiting for me, I found my God, and my freedom.