Inside Ghetto Walls

I have a Holocaust Literature class right now, and for our assignments we have a few choices on how we want to represent the works we have read for the week. After reading about the ghetto situation throughout the Holocaust, I chose to write a poem. I don't think it's all that great, but I'm turning it in tomorrow morning anyway. I hope I have written it in a tasteful and respectful manner. Tell me what you think?


hidden faces harbor misplaced memories
of the lives they once enjoyed
as faith was placed in hope and prayer
their lives were being destroyed

surrounded by walls of hate and wire
the wire didn't sting as badly
as the ignorant persecution of the 6 million souls
and the barbaric mutilation of family

inside the ghetto walls, a hope for a better life
just as a rose can grow through soil
but with the imminent coming of the final solution
the promise of that life did spoil

tucked away like there was never a problem
out of sight, out of mind
while the rest of the world went on with their business
genocide was busy stealing time
from the nameless victims packed away like rats
behind barbed-wire cage-door lines
because after you've dehumanized something long enough
it's apparently not a crime?