War Poems in German & Italian P.O.W. camps.
Sergeant Lynn Sarrell Ongley



Prison Bread
L.S. Ongley
22 Feb 1945

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


An oblong lump of sawdust and rye
Cut into sixths by an expert eye
A slip of the knife and we moan and we cry

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


A choicer food can never be found
With a basic content of wood and ground
We wonder they don't make them square or round

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread
Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


A four pound loaf at two pound size
Always too heavy, it never will rise
Yet we never complain for it pays to be wise

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread
Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


Crusts make a cake for the afternoon brew
While slices we have with our evening stew
The only complaint is the loaves are so few

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread
Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


It may be hard and heavy as lead
But no bread at all would cause tears to be shed
So though it may be ersatz we have to be fed

Six to a loaf of bread we are
Six to a loaf of bread


Concentration Camp 357.
Fallingbostel. Hanover. Germany.