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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
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