Snow

A single snowflake falls to the ground
Slowly, swiftly, not making a sound
Men and women, old and young
March on and on, one by one

The ones that couldn’t keep up were shot
Their bodies left on the ground to rot
One hundred thousand people were dead
The pure white snow turned a deep dark red

As more and more of the snowflakes fall
Some of the victims attempt to crawl
And keep up with the pace for their dear lives
Wondering whenever they will arrive

The wind howls, and the night is rough
But they still march on, yet they’ve had enough
The solders hold guns to their backs
If the prisoners run, they’re ready to attack

They keep on marching, day by day
Trying to stay alive they pray
Almost half the group is already dead
On the pure white snow, they have bled

Now it’s almost the end of the road
The prisoners don’t know where they will go
Starved and weak they are put in trains
Designed for cattle, and are starved again

Many die along the way
Others will see the light of day
There are not many left on this dreadful walk
Marching together, like a tiny flock

The snow begins to fall again
Oh when will this march ever end…