The train no longer had those restful seats of velvet cushions
No proper seats at all in fact, just wood and iron partitions.
No windows with exotic views of lands we might discover,
Boarded up with painted planks. He cried “I want my mama.”
The train embarked upon its course; it left goodwill behind.
We struggled, standing packed in tight, each child in fearful mind.
Where was the loving parent now to hold the children close?
The rocking and the dark, spoke of the end we feared the most.
He held so tightly to my hands, the feeling was all gone.
His tears had wetted all my clothes; his eyes no longer shone.
Now disappeared was that sweet child: gone was that young boy.
Would we ever be the same, and where would we find joy?
The journey took its toll on all, us children of the night.
No warm and cuddly bed for us, no sleeping sound till light.
No room to lie on this hard floor, no space to rest at all
So close was each to everyone, no chance for us to fall.
Our legs were tired, our mouths were dry, but still we travelled on
Till light streaked through the boarded planks; the stars and moon were gone.
Daylight passed to night again and still we travelled forth.
Then suddenly we staggered as the engine changed its course.
The screech of brakes, the hiss of steam, the crash of iron rails,
We stopped at last. Our journeys end. Each child a breath exhaled.
Was this the place where all our fears would end with tears of joy?
Through open doors the stench of death pushed dread into this boy.
The isolated vista, the smoke from chimneys tall,
Gathered in the morning light as fog about us all.
Hundreds of us stood in lines, fearful and afraid,
Clutching our belongings like soldiers on parade.
We walked to buildings long and black, deep in winters snow.
Leaving cases by the door we entered bowing low,
The tiny door gave no insight to what lay far beyond.
But all we craved was bed and rest and all our fears be gone.