Hearing the pounding of the trodden feet
This simple bass plays a somber beat
The cruel enforcement takes a toll
The tainted guard has lost his soul
Hearing the screams of the voices parched
This is the sound of the death march
I was trying to help my brother write a poem about the Holocaust for his English class, but my horrible teaching skills and his misunderstanding my teaching methods caused him to give up in frustration. He was trying to use the death march and bass drum in a poem and I suddenly wrote this. When he read it, He was baffled at how I got his thought process down so exact. Suffice to say, inspiration struck and he immediately wrote a poem of his own. I guess I teach by example and not by lecture.