Nobody Died in Auschwitz
Don't let them fool you.
Don't believe the easy lies.
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Nor in any of their 10,000 Murder Factories.
No - that's too easy to say.
Starvation = Murder
Disease = Murder
Abuse = Murder
Medical "Experiments" = Murder
Exposure = Murder
They were sent there to die,
But all were helped along to it.
This is what happens
When ordinary people
Turn ordinary people
Into smoke
After those ordinary people
Embrace extraordinary evil
And forget those other ordinary people
Are just like them.
So -
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Morality died instead.
A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n a t o.) With
The agreement n a t o would not move one inch further east.' Now they are the enemy again.? Although they are;
A free market country with a Christian ethos.' It all looks
Rather suspect to me.' Against such observations drawn from
History.'
~ from reality - brutal, cruel and poignant - love survived ~
Peter Porter 'ANNOTATIONS of AUSCHwITZ
R B M A R E
A E I C H F I
T T
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Ashes to Ashes
Smoke
rises in the distance.
The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the darkness;
the light of the knothole
lights the tips of my fingers like Shabbat candles,
and I cover my eyes.
I can smell them,
the names
put in the furnace.
Silence screams out of the smoke stacks
as vowels burn away
as consonants try to escape the fire, flee
up the concrete throat and out
into the sky
escaping the camp disguised in grey coats of ash,
at last,
as winter covers the mirrors
of the lakes with ice.
Contest: Last Train to Auschwitz
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Train ride, in a windowless freight wagon,
rocked back and forth, with the clatter
and vibration as it snaked on the rail score.
Packed shoulder to shoulder,
overpowered by their own stench.
Separated from their families,
unfed, with only snow to eat,
cold, with only the bodies
next to them for warmth,
as the train traveled for days.
Resettlement to the East
It was not fully understood, why?
4/22/2021
As the
Last Train to Auschwitz
Stopped and came to a halt
And the soon to be dead exited
the train and entered under
the camp's gate's
Those aboard i fear probably
knew both their and the train's
fates we're entwined
One final journey terminating
at the end of the track's
Under a puff of steam
and stench of ashen smog
One final shower aghast
Then death and returned back
unto his or her God's merciful arms
For K.M.N
Poetry Contest
The last train to Auschwitz
15 April 2021
They mocked him, the old religious fanatic
Asking God a question with every step
Pleading for mercy for each of the town's Jews
Blessing each morsel of food he so carefully chews
The haughty soldiers are loading up the train now
Jamming the last cattle cart 'til it near burst
But Yankel is still fiddling with his shoelaces
Trying to recall which shoe to put on first
What had the Holy Books told him ~ Right or left
And then which laces to fasten and what prayer
He just couldn't remember. Would God ever forgive him
The sounds of the engine gaining steam up there
Shoes in hand, he chased the departing train
Stumbled and fell on the stones in his path
His whole town transported to Auschwitz without him
Each one to the crematoria to shower and die
~ Only Yankel left to pray to God, mourn and cry
April 14, 2021
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Brown and worn
She slowly trundled,
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold their breath
While she screeches on
In her role of death.
Auschwitz horrors replayed time and again
Nurtured by hatred of prejudiced minds
Toxic fumes fabric of our soul thus stains
Humanity enmeshed in devils bind
Let the last train to Auschwitz be release
Unshackling consciousness from delusion
Transmuting lower mind, to be at ease
Resonating with the love pulsation
Recognising oneness, embracing all
Offering rancour no anchor within
We be to become, a vibrant bliss squall
Dew drops of love, permeating our skin
Oh hermit! See how low we have fallen
Yet, by God we are never forsaken
11-April-2021
Last train to Auschwitz poetry contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Madness comes in hues of crimson
Bloody and black, breathing in the air
Of discontent and despair, dread
That fills the mind with a deafening roar
Of anger, hate and disillusionment
Confusion, hurt, discouragement
A nightmare who dreams in the daylight
Thoughts of one who knows this psychosis
Is the heart of one silent thought
Breaking through grace and hope
Igniting the fires of cold, hard misery
Despondency so fearful it screams
In the ear of any soul who will listen
To rage that thunders past serenity
Into a phrenzy of indignation, shame
Sorrow and blame – alive within a flame
Of melancholy, futility found inside
The one who is the engineer of the last train
To the end – to death – to Auschwitz
The Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
April 10, 2021
Not for them a soothing rattle
No vistas through a window pane,
Just packed inside, human cattle
Forced aboard that final train.
Oblivion their destination
A one way trip, no coming back,
In the darkness realisation
Prisoners now, on deaths own track.
Mothers soothing children's fears
Knowing fathers play the game,
A slowing train, the last stop nears
Their journey ended, midst the flames.
Entry for
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann.
10/0412021
one evening we were rounded up
it was our turn to go
we weren’t sure where we were headed
we had our doubts it wasn’t good
the men with guns meant business
and who were we to question
all aboard the midnight carrier
that foggy cold September
no one knew for sure
no one could believe
people were never heard from
the rumors had been plenty
men women and children
they crammed us in
just faceless nameless cattle
led astray from greener pastures
the train charging well on through the night
the stench of fear more than we could bear
the train pulled into Auschwitz
and in the chaos that ensued
we understood the war was over
we’d taken the last train to Auschwitz
and in the daylight we could now see
those blood drenched murderous tracks
that had moved the innocent like cattle
to the slaughterhouse
Read on air by invitation ~ July 17, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 9, 2021 for contest LAS TRAIN TO AUSCHWITZ sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 4TH
They simply had one Ministry of Truth
for news.
No others allowed.
Wake up, it's happening here!
They found a group to paint, as the
source of all evil.
Stores were closed, windows smashed
of hated businesses.
Book burnings? Now we have Social
Media churnings!
One group, blamed for Society's Fall.
They don't sport a yellow star, yet.
But AOC wants enlightenment camps.
She, the new Fourth Reich Squad Vamp.
Think it can't happen again?
It's already in progress here, my friend!
~THOSE WHO FORGET THE PAST,
ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT~
We are already well on our way to establish
Auschwitz tomorrow!
VOA was shut off due to your new Resident
in DC!
There is space now for a patriot's sorrow.
We no longer have a valid Constitution.
Just one party who seeks pain and
illegal, unjustified retribution!
1/24/2021
~5~
Train whistle blew ending the hellish ride
An eerie silence then a hiss of steam
People in cattle trucks all crammed inside
It didn't seem real more like a bad dream.
Doors were opened people told to get out
Human beings; some carrying cases
"Get into a line" the soldiers would shout
A look of fear etched on people's faces.
The fit and the strong; they were selected
Families split up to the left or right
Unlucky ones gassed and then cremated
Powerless they were against Nazi might.
Some inmates of Auschwitz are still alive
But a million poor souls did not survive.
Written Friday 16th May 2020.
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