Dove Dozer
03-12-2013, 11:57 AM
With my senses enhanced, I glanced into the weather attic,
Dad and mom are out to dance, so now’s my chance I’ve never had it
To explore up in here, it’s full of boxes and such.
Never before was it clear, that things were lost in the dust.
I see shapes of different sizes, crates and clothes.
I kneel down to sit beside it, for gods’ sake its cold.
A scarf from the box removes the chill, thank the lord.
But in the dark my eyes lose their skill, avoiding planks and boards.
I’m searching to fill a void; I can’t explain its testing, see
Curiosity is desperately trying to get the best of me.
So many treasures disappear, forever been scorned.
But the pleasure isn’t here; these things have weathered a storm.
In disappointment, empty handed, with the last spot,
My plane of luck had landed, I hit the jackpot.
With anticipation, I look around for a sec
My hand is just shaken, a book was found in a chest.
This book was fit with leather, more than forty years old
But just wait; this shit gets better, as the story unfolds.
You’d never believe me if I told you, what my eyes have just seen.
Truth is I don’t even know you, but I’ll try to be keen.
Full of pages of pictures, men and women alike,
But what makes it the kicker, is they’re living despite
They are blatantly starving; so I accept the facts are right.
As I stare in disbelief of people dressed in black and white.
The horror witness has cometh, as I’m flipping every page.
It makes me sick to my stomach; cause their frickin’ heads are shaved.
I’m confused at what’s before me, bringing cause for some alarm.
They look like inventory; a code is on their numbered arm.
I try to piece the puzzle, the origin of this book?
I see an oven, it’s gigantic, what in sin would they cook?
the look on peoples face was frantic, everything was at stake,
Overcome, I stood in place, I was beginning to shake!
Overwhelmed emotion, like the truth has been told.
If my thoughts could be explosions, the roof would explode.
I look down at the images, and now I’m shook to see,
My father in its vividness, almost like he looks to me
Not dressed like the others, his glare says, “I’m watchin ya”
Unimpressed with a shudder, I can see a swastika
As I flip from one to next, rage is on my face. I can’t
Believe that dad commanded a concentration camp.
Dad and mom are out to dance, so now’s my chance I’ve never had it
To explore up in here, it’s full of boxes and such.
Never before was it clear, that things were lost in the dust.
I see shapes of different sizes, crates and clothes.
I kneel down to sit beside it, for gods’ sake its cold.
A scarf from the box removes the chill, thank the lord.
But in the dark my eyes lose their skill, avoiding planks and boards.
I’m searching to fill a void; I can’t explain its testing, see
Curiosity is desperately trying to get the best of me.
So many treasures disappear, forever been scorned.
But the pleasure isn’t here; these things have weathered a storm.
In disappointment, empty handed, with the last spot,
My plane of luck had landed, I hit the jackpot.
With anticipation, I look around for a sec
My hand is just shaken, a book was found in a chest.
This book was fit with leather, more than forty years old
But just wait; this shit gets better, as the story unfolds.
You’d never believe me if I told you, what my eyes have just seen.
Truth is I don’t even know you, but I’ll try to be keen.
Full of pages of pictures, men and women alike,
But what makes it the kicker, is they’re living despite
They are blatantly starving; so I accept the facts are right.
As I stare in disbelief of people dressed in black and white.
The horror witness has cometh, as I’m flipping every page.
It makes me sick to my stomach; cause their frickin’ heads are shaved.
I’m confused at what’s before me, bringing cause for some alarm.
They look like inventory; a code is on their numbered arm.
I try to piece the puzzle, the origin of this book?
I see an oven, it’s gigantic, what in sin would they cook?
the look on peoples face was frantic, everything was at stake,
Overcome, I stood in place, I was beginning to shake!
Overwhelmed emotion, like the truth has been told.
If my thoughts could be explosions, the roof would explode.
I look down at the images, and now I’m shook to see,
My father in its vividness, almost like he looks to me
Not dressed like the others, his glare says, “I’m watchin ya”
Unimpressed with a shudder, I can see a swastika
As I flip from one to next, rage is on my face. I can’t
Believe that dad commanded a concentration camp.