An Indictment

Holocaust The depth of human depravity, a bottomless pit, dug to hold the bodies of innocence Whose silent screams became a prisoner, to their despair That lust for power was the sharpened scythe, to this despair, cutting through the marrow of humanity, for men to feast on at the dark table of evil. Where ghosts from the dead could stain all eternity, their promised illusion of a master race and their children's children would hide the memories, flowing in their bloodlines When death was a cold calculation and a chosen people became the object of this calculation When death for millions was chosen, to free themselves from hate, they themselves created, to appease the emptiness of their souls, from the failure of their conquest of a continent contest My Take on the Holocaust