The boy who traveled a long distance

Not so much was his existence

Shifted away to a faraway place

Where they lived for countless days

Soldiers, haters and killers were there

Every hour they heard someone blare

A friend he made, a stranger he was

He always looked sad, for an unknown cause

Bruno and the boy met everyday

Travelled a distance for the friendship to stay

Not known to the dangers around

To meet each other, they sneaked without a sound

He got food and chocolates for the boy to eat

But some days they couldn’t meet

Striped pyjamas people used to wear

Their feet with blood and all bare

Worked hard day and night

Too see this wasn’t a pleasant sight

Each evening they talked a lot

Of food and sports and whatnot

They decided to make a team

A team to search for the faraway scream

Crossed the fence and wore the dress

The striped pyjamas, not well pressed

A camp they entered, people were killed

To see all this

Lost between people, no way to come out

Both of them died and never to be found