Made In Neonazia

Made in Neonazia Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction warm sand under my soles and my soul undisturbed Wandering on and carefree I strolled into a nearby museum of play things for children and adults dreaming of memories written rewritten of dinky cars and corgi toys die cast and a whole circus of fantasy clowns puppets dolls card games marbles and jo-jos with only the little tin soldiers grenadiers and dragoons distracting my peace Miniature train sets featured tracks and trails stations signals and sign posts they shunted transformed performed what is like a game and some trivial pursuit for innocent minds From the collection of reminiscence in thoughts and my past my gaze falls in horror on an adjacent replica of the Reichstag Berlin and history enshrined in a vitrine illuminated by darkness Precise it stands with Swastikas suspended from marble of doom a scaled down model of the dimensions of barbarous evil Brown shirts and black shirts march in the foreground Hitler Youths parade with blue icy eyes and Nazi arm bands salute in front of the columns of megalomaniac sculpture propelling death blood murder concentration camps genocide extermination SA and SS guards and warriors raise arms roar their ‘Heil Hitlers’ in shocking display their screams in slaughtering voices hail to the leader the fatherland the depravation the darkest side of ultimate inhumanity the blasts from the past I can hear the echoes reverberating the supporting masses of perpetrators of by-standers denying their part in the killing the shouts of the victims The Reichstag stares straight into my disbelief and my vision is clouded with dry tears of disgust and mute numbness of anger of speechlessness What strikes me so hard is that this display of horror does not call for recollection of history to learn from the past but is fascist glorification for so called collectors thriving on hidden desires sadist reprehensible denial The image of the Reichstag is so enormous so blindingly obvious and trains in Auschwitz were bigger than the diminutive models on display here Cattle carts were filled to the brim with branded outcasts delivered into oblivion The journey ended with gassing from the shower heads to save bullets and masses of ashes smouldered in crematoria and continues to recall the collective guilt of my nation of Goethe and Schiller Rilke Klimt Nietzsche and Goebbels In the museum there are no yellow stars of David on striped ragged skeletons no miniature heaps of starved bodies no reproduction of human remains just Nazi regalia and a collector’s item which has been manufactured can be bought on mad markets can be revered by Fascists and Nazis of any shape form size and ignorant stupidity and exudes the vile stench of Bergen-Belsen and Stutthof all over the globe Frozen in time and in shame I wonder what the future holds and whether there are little snow globes with miniature Treblinka and Majdanek replicas sold and hidden away for perverse and collective pursuit of insanity