Collective Guilt Lm

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains while Berlin falters from grace

The wild thirties dance to an apocalyptic sound of paralized conscience


Outside the toothbrush moustache commandeers Svastika’s march

Torches set light to mislead passion and houses of semitic prayer

Crystal breaks as brown shirts parade their poisonous conquest

Heil to the savage Führer when ‘reality is something to rise above’


Pirouettes swirl on stilettos while boots squash compassion and lives

Caviar evades judeo-bolshevik scapegoats and trains to the camps

Blond blue-eyed conception born to inhabit Lebensraum on the map

Feeds into industrialist’s dream of war effort and armoured production


The white flag of surrender stuck into skull bones and belligerent stride

No meaningful rise of resistance only raised arms and ‘following orders’

When God capitulated and sang his swan song to the sound of hell fire

And prophets of doom cashed in on gas chambers and golden teeth


It’s easy in hindsight to lift the pen from an immaculate ink-pot of courage

But where would I have been when ashes in Auschwitz were ascending

When evil tore into the last bit of humanity in a vile coup of disgrace

As I look into the mirror of history I reflect on the cowardice in my soul


21st February 2020


‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’

Line from Cabaret the musical base on Christopher Isherwood’s 'Good-bye to 

Berlin'

Theme for the poem ‘Reality is something to rise above' Liza Minelli
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Dietrich Avatar
February 21, 2020 at 9:17 PM
wow, this is a very good poem, Kai. I have seen so many movies about those times and read books on the horror stories. Honestly, I think I may have been too cowardly in the face of all the threats and fear. Fave on this one.
Neumann Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 1:26 AM
Thank you Andrea. I am German and used to carry a lot of collective guilt, although I was born in 1959. It took me a long time to shed that. But I believe I have a duty to carry history's message. Trans-generational transmission should be acknowledged and turned the right direction. Best wishes to you. Have a good day, Kai
De Beaulieu Avatar
February 21, 2020 at 12:51 PM
Hello Kai Michael Neumann, those were very hard times. Yet it is a history of the past. have a nice day my friend.
Neumann Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 1:27 AM
Thank you Darlene. I just have to write about that part of our history. Evil surrounds us and all I can do is to tell the story. Kind wishes, Kai
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