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Holocaust Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Holocaust

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Nanjing

Nanjing

As willows weep along the walls
And fall mums start to bloom
The wind still echoes hallowed 
calls
From Nanking's souls of doom

With little food and daily raids
There was no safety zone
From genocide of men and 
maids
For none were left alone

Their butchered bodies 
everywhere 
Lay piled in ponds and roads
In bloody streets a river there
Flowed heavy 'neath the loads

This holocaust was filmed that 
day
Priest John Magee did plod
Now as his son he too could say
He "touched the face of God".

deborah burch
02.28.2013


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A Poet's Apocolypse


After that moment a gray dust covers all Invading the senses, casting a veil of despair The prince of darkness will have his due Oh cry ye fools, of this hell be you aware.... And what of the poets with blood on their pens Huddled in dark corners, trying to understand Making rhymes for only the night wind to read In the end a homage of heart to a beloved land.....


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Never Forget

Never Forget 

Oh thou of wretched heart and deed
Inferior our seeds?
When thus thou felt the need to rule
Annihilate deemed weeds

Thou casteth out your wicked net
Of guns and war bent twine
No bulwark for the Jews was found   
Declaring heads decline

Compliant soldiers marched the streets
For ducats hedged your bet
With waving flags and Hail Hitler’s
Obliging hands were met

Whilst cyanide was gassings Jews
Obedience decreed  
In bunkers hid you reigned your realm
Coward of plotted deeds

When one man tries to rid the world
Of an imagined foe
Mankind will raise its voice as one
He’ll reap what he did sow


Completed on 2/4/12
All rights reserved by Debra Squyres @ 2013

My fist attempt with a Quatrain…..this a modified quatrain as per specified by the rules of the members contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
1st and 3rd lines eight iambic syllables
2nd and 4th lines 6 iambic syllables


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Most Evil Of Men



Adolf Hitler was the most evil of men As evil as a human could be Should've been hung by his you know whats Before his killing spree They say he was actually a human being I certainly have my doubts Wreaking havoc on a whole race of people What was all that about Perhaps he was the devil reincarnated Or maybe Genghis Khan Shouldn't make light of his murderous exploits Purely just an evil man Can't imagine it will ever happen again The world's a lot saner now Ya right! Guess I'm sounding a bit delusional A lunatic out on the prowl <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2014


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Who Knows Where The Time Goes


The stars may wink their last goodbyes, 
the sun may disappear, 
the moon may shrink and come to naught 
and I will shed a tear. 

The universe may turn to dust 
all flora, fauna waste away, 
we may spend our time in darkness 
hoping for a brand new day. 

Will you still be here to comfort me 
to fill my eyes with pride, 
and swell my heart with tenderness, 
my love, my blushing bride? 


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Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.


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Sociocultural Evolution - by Bob Atkinson

 Sociocultural
Evolution
- by Bob Atkinson

here in the here and
now
well beyond that
date in time
beyond beginnings so
far back
as to look like
stones defined

by their
stratification
layers of that dust
of life
which settles into a
black void
and shoves us out of
life

here with a fond
reflection
we see what we've
become
our narrow minded
creases
of satisfied results

but satisfaction
deviates
from norms we can
arrange
to send our children
to the future
an establishment
pre-arranged

take a minute to
evolve
into something more
advanced
don't see your
brother as the enemy
to be pierced
through with your
lance


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From Platform To Smoke

I stand ’tween the
rails looking back
at the gate
With lips pursed I
swallow and choke,
And I thank God that
I’m still standing
alive
Not going from
platform to smoke.

Not going from
platform to smoke in
a blink
Or just in an hour
and a half,
“We really have got
this machine running
smoothly.”
The camp commandant
would laugh.

The camp commandant
would laugh in his
house
Which was white and
just behind the
hedge.
He and his family
could just see the
chimneys
And smoke past their
window ledge.

I can just see the
ledge of the window
  
With our hands
wrapped for Tifilin
prayer,
An act of worship
never allowed
To those who were
previously there.

Those who were
previously there
came by train,
In a transport they
came every day,
Crammed in goods
vans that slowed to
a halt,
Confused and afraid
in dismay.

Confused and afraid
and in dismay
The got down and
formed sorting
lines,
Those who went right
were sentenced to
death,
To the left for some
other designs.

And the stench of
the smoke was
appalling
It wafted and hung
in the air,
Indicting all who
worked in that place
Of the wickedness
that they all share.

I stand ’tween the
rails looking back
at the gate
With lips pursed I
swallow and choke,
And I thank God that
I’m still standing
alive,
Not going from
platform to smoke
 
Tifillin Prayer-
Tefillin consists of
two small leather
boxes attached to
leather straps. The
two boxes each
contain four
sections of the
Torah inscribed on
parchment.