Auschwitz - Birkenau
An eerie sign in misty gloom
At Oświęcim's Judaic tomb
The cynical, sadistic lie
In German tongue - "Arbeit Macht Frei"
What freedom knew one million jews
In heavy cloth and wooden shoes
And that, reserved for only those
Considered fit for working clothes
The rest, mere tykes, the old, the frail
Arrived on Birkenau's death rail
And thence were led away elsewhere
Ostensibly to shower there
But underground, the shower room
Was marked by lack of sweet perfume
In each descent one thousand died
Inhaling fumes of cyanide
From still-warm heads the hair was shaved
To send to mills where kinfolk slaved
And gold from mouths that smiled no more
Was destined for the Nazi store
But what of others spared that fate
For them, cruel homicide could wait
One month or two, if lucky, three
Before their death would set them free
If such barbaric scenes were played
In ancient times, we might evade
Our feeling of indignant rage
So soulless is the history page
But elders still recall the trains
Arriving on Oświęcim's plains
And I have seen those shower rooms
That once were filled with noxious fumes
Should time present the chance to see
These relics of atrocity
You'll still perceive a cold despair
In eerie silent fields there
Graphic and very powerful verse - - unremittingly stark and disturbing this should be printed and read to all who have not been to view such places of utter despair. A worded doctrine of indictment of those who left such silent fields as relics of atrocity.
Well, crafted, musical rythm. This angelic skill for writting poems, still shows well the horror and rage. It's a brave poem, powerfull. Though..if you write, you're still alive. Live, my friend poet. Future can be bright for such a talent
The worst Graveyard Mr.Adolf Hitler leaves for us to visit?
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