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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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