Second Holocaust

SECOND HOLOCAUST We hear them now, the beating bass of drum, the marchers, though loose-knit, from Wall Street's rolls, too soon will turn to cadence; those who come, all have no memory of Hitler's goals. Their good intentions caved in, to survive, to placing blame to where it shouldn't go! And all too soon, the buzzing of the hive lays every blame to things we shouldn't know. Though mournful is the tune that plays along to every drumbeat, calling for return of nights of death--the old recall the song, but much too late recall how bodies burn. And Stars of David are replaced on every wall, by Swastikas demanding rights for all. Scary.