Standing there behind the wire fence staring at their cold hearted guards dressed in old dirty rags, they watch knowing their demise is on the cards bare footed they have trudged along wandering how long until their death they`ve existed through this hell hole just waiting to take their last breath they hadn`t done anything wrong caught up in these terrible things but now they were going to die these were chains around them, not strings! the silence is pierced by a scream followed quickly by a gun shot then all went quiet once again not just shocked, they were all distraught but their guards did not seem bothered they just carried on as usual some lit up smokes to keep going others stood around all casual no one knew who`d be the next one as they shuffled forward again was this violence necessary? they were all going to be slain rat-a-tat-tat silence is broken the whole area exploding gun fire, men running, confusion there`s a feeling of foreboding then out of the blue there comes help some blankets and a caring hand after the guards are defeated they`re led away from this bad land all the memories of that war camp have changed their outlook as a whole the friends that were lost for ever embedded deep within each soul I never know where my poetry will lead me and this one is no exception! © Lissie Bull 2018