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1941
Contributed by
gospel.apostle
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Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 02:18:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
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By his bullets, spreads fear within,
cold fragments of oppression.
Pulses rage beneath his skin.
His finger rests on the trigger, in a moment he pulls it.
Roll your sleeves, inject the ink,
Digits branded above the wrist.
Herded in like mice or cattle in an experiment.
Gathered, single file, line after line,
Chosen in time, before a regime,
to surrender their lives.
Behind closed doors where salvation is denied.
Gas chamber, cremation, mutilation, execution
one step closer to racial absolution
thorough blueprints to the Final Solution.
Thousands of corpses sent to their graves,
Muted lives and forgotten names.
Say goodbye to family and friends,
the last time they'll be seen alive again.
Say your prayers, beg for mercy,
kiss the cross, but that does nothing to change your odds.
When they're following another's laws,
contrived from another god.
And with a meek attempt
the resistance has been 'misled'
A new order, under one reign,
the elite have started their campaign
timeless propaganda to pave their way
blank cheques, count the currency
to fund the portfolio of Dr. Green.
Burn the 'litter'ature
raid the stores
destroy the synogogues
swastikas painted across front doors.
In the aisles, squads in check
execute resisters without regret
spilling their blood in contempt,
waiting for an end with all of them dead.
Behind the symbol of the Death's Head
Silence and defiance,
will be turned into compliance
They march, line after line, washed thoroughly by the crimson tide
No repraisal, no retribution
clergy escape as if in dissolution
A planned loss under archaic terror
no hands will come together.
Flesh baking in the flames, lungs choke in the smoke,
Those who survived became prisoners in their ghettos.
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gospel.apostle
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2005-09-07 14:18:21]
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Re: 1941
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by WAE on
Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 02:38:28 PM AEST
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Very powerful! Your poem touched me deeply...
Shalom...
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Re: 1941
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by Wendy on
Wednesday, 7th September 2005 @ 02:49:19 PM AEST
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| After visiting Dachau and listing to my grandfather's best friend tell of his experiences as one of the soldiers in the camp's liberating party as well as a student of the Holocaust your poem brought forth horribly vivid images that are far too real. Hopefully by keeping the memory alive we can prevent another. What was it HItler said when asked what people would say? Is it Who remembers Armenia? |
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