Rising Through the Chimneys
The memories, torturing for the rest of your life,
In this situation, for it is what others believe is right,
They do not care if you are man and wife,
You must be afraid, for the future does not look so bright.
Men so skinny and frail,
Babies tossed into pits of fire,
You have so little room, you can barely even inhale,
Every one's situation is so dire.
Every decision you make, the difference between life and death,
What is happening here, would make most give up hope,
But do not stop trying to live, do not stop even to take a breath,
You must find it in yourself, find in you, a way to cope.
You see them go into the buildings, but they don't come out from the front,
You see them rise through the chimneys, the truth is truly that blunt.
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