Best Macht Poems

Look in a mirror
notice your face
Is it you ?
or has someone
taken Your place
What do you see
explore each line,
Somewhere near
among the features 
you will find
that your...

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The first weakening of night 
picks out telephone lines, 
black against sky. 

The eyelid of a garage door 
lurches laboriously up. 
A car coughs blue...

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Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold,
When men in uniform entered our town;
Forced us to leave in their boxcars,
Made us believe that it was for...

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King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions...

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Schönheit hat ihre Krallen in mein Fleisch gesetzt,
Schmerz, den ich nicht glauben wollte. 
Denn ich wusste nichts von deinen Mühen;
wie verloren du bist in deinem...

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Dystopia seems to be
The perfect place for we.
We are not individual.
We are one.
One mind.
One mouth.
One heart.
One soul.
We are always.
But we are never.
Control is important.
Freedom is...

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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...

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With alcohol coursing through my veins,
I sense and feel the best of my pains.

With double resolve to amend my aims,
I can’t believe I really want...

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At The Gates of Auschwitz

Today, I stand
At the gates of hell;
“Arbeit macht frei,”
(work sets you free!)
That is Auschwitz.
Where they burned God’s children,
And the world stood...

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Skeletons

Oh, skeletons have always lurked
 Into the closets of all faiths
From millenniums to present day
Deities have justified
The slavery of all savaged souls
Armenians a million fold
A...

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Fallen im Wind
wenn der Herbst sie müde macht am Baume.
Durchsichtig, wie Stücke aus Glas,
ruhen sie am Ufer des Flusses,
haben ihre eigene Sprache.
Und, wie die Nachtigall...

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Behind the barbed wire

Behind the barbed wire a cherry tree blooms:
bustling petals in the land of death.
Behind the barbed wire a gradient runs
between the scent...

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ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!!
Drain the lifeblood dry
Hard work will make you free
As the wicked swing their whips that's the song they all sing
Screaming in the ears...

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On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky,
In large black letters above the Iron Gate,
Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei".
A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie,
Designed...

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Gaddafi

I see America dancing in oil sodden nights, nostrils stinking the scent of death 
Your ghost exorcising demons of colonialist clout, walking along banks of...

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