Soles Here----Souls Gone
Musicians played classics as condemned marched under “ARBEIT MACHT FREI.”
Losing their “SOLES” and “SOULS” the future options for each gassee!
For every pair of empty leather “SOLES” you see,
they took a lovely “SOUL” away from you and me.
They also took their hair, gold teeth and skin,
piled them all up, then started over again.
Experimentation without permission gave modern medicine lots of cash,
the line perpetually kept moving with dogs, guns and the heavy lash.
Imagine screams coming from showers that NO ONE cared to hear,
“ZYKLON B” poured in from above, the dead dragged out the rear.
Even today there are those that say it never, ever evolved,
though a despot once told the world, it was a “problem he solved!”
We’ve all seen the pictures, that wasn’t a vacation passenger train,
Muster “LEATHER VOICES,” whose SOULS cry out “NEVER AGAIN!!!”
*”arbeit macht frei,” (work will set you free). The internees had to march under that
infamous sign upon arrival at Auschwitz. Poem for Leather Voices contest.
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