The Last Ride
I do not know how many rode the train
Who they were or the stories they told?
I know that they were rounded up
Treated like animals by true animals
But I do lie just a little bit
I knew of one person who was shipped for being old
I heard her story so many times from my mother
She was loaded in and killed as soon as she stepped out
No other crime except living a long life and becoming old
Yes, I do cry for everyone who was forced on that train
The ones who died for not committing any crimes
But my thoughts are still with that old lady
The pain and sadness she must have suffered
And the moment of her death in a cold blank room
I have never met her but I wish I had
My great-grandmother will live forever
In my heart, my mind and my soul
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