Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
A few brave souls here and there
Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
The masses turned aside, held their nose
Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement
Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
~ Not a single one can you afford to miss
Categories:
crematoria, anti bullying, bullying, death,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
crematoria, death, god, jewish, life,
Form: Narrative
an Auschwitz survivor
at home now
no SS commandos
no barking dogs
no whips
no crematoria
enjoying his daily shower
Categories:
crematoria, life, perspective,
Form: Imagism
It burns deep on the inside,
this fire has engulfed my heart
Downtrodden beat beat beat
of oppression
Feeds the flame
of my
righteous indignation
A hot ire,
whose flames
keep ascending higher
and higher
Toxic by-products of hate
brings me so much ash disgust:
Refugee rejection ...
Nuclear fear proliferation
Hard coin slavery ...
Skin separation burns
of third-degree severity
So much crematoria greed
on the rise,
as the glow of compassion
slowly dies
It sparks a righteous indignation ire,
an anger justifiably judgmental worthy
Oh, how it burns ...
to see poor souls, crying
to the heavens,
innocently bleed!
Categories:
crematoria, anger, emotions, self, spiritual,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Nazi crematoria
Murderous euphoria
Millions murdered and martyred
Human lives bargained and bartered
A tsunami's devastation
The tears of a nation
Gentle Nature's hand crueler
Than the most dastardly ruler
To God do we turn in sorrow
Ineffable, His answer -- Tomorrow
Categories:
crematoria, death, faith, god, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Jingle-jangle bells
Sing-song syncopation
Ambulances hurtle down streets
of post-war Europe
Eerie bells; haunting bells
ghosts of round-ups, of Auschwitz
of Buchenwald, and Bergen-Belsen
sounds of death and doom
Shades drawn suddenly
blinds sealed tight
Breath held; pin-drop silence
'Till the peril passes
Bells tear at tortured souls
Dragnet's tentacles probing
Reaching for fresh corpses to feed
Insatiable crematoria ovens
Decades later, survivors flinch
hearing jingle-jangle bells
So, too, sons and daughters
living victims of inherited terror
June 02, 2019
Entry in 'What Makes You Flinch' contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
crematoria, death, pain, sound,
Form: Free verse
So many young men go off to war smiling, spirits high
Too many return in boxes, folks asking 'Why?'
The leaders who sent them off speak of heroism and sacrifice
Easy for them, these fancy words, when others risk their life
We say that freedom isn't free, that blood is the price of liberty
But is any country really worth a soldier's life, the ultimate fee?
An Israeli general was asked this question and it stopped him cold
For a long minute... when he answered, in a voice quavering and bold
That in Kishinev 50 Jews were slaughtered in a pogrom back in 1903
And the whole world, outraged, cried out against that violent insanity
Yet just 40 years later, in Hitler's crematoria, Jewish blood seemed cheaper
As the general hugged me tight, I understood what he could weep for
Categories:
crematoria, holocaust, jewish, patriotic, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Could you watch my dreams as
deconstruction jaws them savagely
to torn rags
before your eyes?
Would you understand, intervene,
gather them whole
with tenacity, with love,
with tender care?
For I cannot dance alone in wooded
glades beneath sheltering
crushed black velvet
skies.
Nor can I scale life's precipice,
bereft of footholds,
my courage rendered evaporate,
steam.
I will not grasp the purpose,
the meaning, if it is
rendered crematoria, marshmallow
and chocolate in naked flame.
I will not be a man who flies
upon the echo of dead thermals,
for my sole support,
companionship.
Understand that you, your love,
to me are all things,
everything;
that life without your presence
would simply
crash and
burn...
Categories:
crematoria, love,
Form: Blank verse
Could you watch my dreams as
deconstruction jaws them savagely
to torn rags
before your eyes?
Would you understand, intervene,
gather them whole
with tenacity, with love,
with tender care?
For I cannot dance alone in wooded
glades beneath sheltering
crushed black velvet
skies.
Nor can I scale life's precipice,
bereft of footholds,
my courage rendered evaporate,
steam.
I will not grasp the purpose,
the meaning, if it is
rendered crematoria, marshmallow
and chocolate in naked flame.
I will not be a man who flies
upon the echo of dead thermals,
for my sole support,
companionship.
Understand that you, your love,
to me are all things,
everything;
that life without your presence
would simply
crash and
burn...
Categories:
crematoria, devotion, faith, love, passion,
Form: Blank verse
Cattle to the slaughter, wood slatted carriage,
Travelled reek of human waste, of fear, despair;
Anguished weeps the daughter on parents fused in marriage,
Crematoria arms embrace, emaciated, bare.
Where grow the flowers now, fields once were green,
Whole burned the constellation, razed to the root;
Of why, what for and how, her cornflower eyes had seen
Her race in conflagration, ground by heel of boot.
She held the corpses tight as lime stabbed her eyes
And tears raped each cheek and reason fled her mind;
Where is love and light, the God who never dies,
The saviour of the meek, the Lord of humankind?
Haunting, ashen billows, flesh to choke the heavens,
Drifted from the towers, ravaging the sun;
She fell beneath the willows, at the age of seven,
Whole burned among dead flowers, salvation from a gun...
Categories:
crematoria, history, life, sad, sorry,
Form: Verse