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Work Sets You Free
No words describe, sufferings worse than hell, Goes beyond pure evil, even a story cannot tell, We’ve all seen pictures, making grotesque sense, But only the stench, reflects this actual offense. Cruelty surpasses cruelty, overtaken by hate, Unique to humanity, not a wild animals trait, Only intelligent creatures, contrive such events, Still, the stench belies, this ideological offense. Infectious propaganda, turns a (master race) blind, The urge for slaughter, becomes industrially refined, Ever lower they sink, pleasure’s more intense, Til’ the stench alone screams, a sadistic offense. NAZI’S (the final solution). for scapegoats of the war, All innocent victims, Fanatical Holocaust, Left to rot and stink, bodies piled so immense, Until the stench itself, reeks a nations offense. Countless Men, Women, and Children, loaded like beasts, Crammed into cattle cars, one way ticket east, Some succumbed and died, via, a ghost train’s torment, At least spared the stench, and last phase of offense, Seventy five years on, since world became aware, Even now some deny, moreover, could not care, Gas chamber’s, crematoria, behind an electric fence, Stench will never allow, amnesia of this offense. Cryptic sign, above the gates, reads! (Arbeit Macht Frei) work sets you free! First take a shower, later some cake and tea, No water in the pipes, but, pellets of Zyclone B, Soon sickly ash rises, set free, up a working chimney, SS guards standing outside, mocking, enjoying a smoke, “Smell even worse, when they burn,” (laughing at their own joke). “Look at the next group praying” (again laugh, into their face) “We’re the chosen ones, The gods who run this place.” There’s Categorically no defense, Slaughtering millions without relent, The stench tries, The stench proves, The stench condemns, this offense. By David Kavanagh. “Only by evidence of truth, Can we accuse and adduce.”
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