I read a book once

I read a book once.
It was about a bad time, a very bad time.
Things happened that you couldn't ever imagine happening.
People were killed, slaughtered to be more specific.
Not just a hundred or even a thousand people
Millions upon millions of people.

It was really hard to read,
even harder to comprehend,
even harder to imagine.
It was hard to imagine being separated from your family.
It was hard to imagine watching your dad being beaten.
It was hard to imagine seeing babies tossed into a burning pit,
seeing forms of violence and brutality you never thought of.

I think I couldn't survive something like that.
I couldn't survive doing hard work for hours on end, and being given almost nothing to eat.
I don't get how some people did survive something like that.
Not just physically but mentally.
Images like that would be burned into my mind like a tattoo.
Its hard to imagine that people would do this to their fellow humans.

These people were just like us.


What did these people do?
Nothing
What did these people loose?
Everything