Final Solution Poems - Poems about Final Solution

As innocence receives the mark of man a war is waged in silent turpitude. It seeps within the solace of the land erasing all in morbid solitude. For any souls so deemed to be unfit are subjects for eradication’s storm, ‘tis an agenda, strategized through writ to replicate those features that conform. Though death is but a consequence of war, ‘tis inhumane when...

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Let murderers subdue the guilt within let not such burdens weigh upon your heart, for bound by oath, your troopers are akin to brothers that share equally in part. ‘Tis fiendish pride that fills your evil corps of blackened angels, donning skull and bones. Such ghastliness that even you abhor though, each within your wicked court condones. Your manifesto set the world afire as...

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All hope was vain and nothing could atone for deeds beyond atrocity defined. These demagogues turned nation hearts to stone through apathy and rhetoric maligned. Though hell’s regime forged mechanized deceit, the mighty Bear bore guilt for kindred aims. Barbarity would rage until replete while genocide lies hidden in the flames. To thus, suppress dissent and rule by fear is despotism’s quintessential goal. And, innocence...

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My son threw a tirade At the parade He rolled on the floor In the grocery store He made quite a loud fuss On the bus I said I’ve had quite...

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And so the soup’s, coming to a boil Very difficult, not to get embroiled Rumour has it, Hitler’s on the rise Goose stepping, in poetic disguise Jackboots kick open, doors of rhyme Acrostics embed, swastikas sublime Vaxxers accused, of a new blitzkrieg Covid deniers, offer vapid intrigue Enigma encoded, in sonnets of fear Lady Haw...

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First the sounds were voices self-confined Like distant whispers pricking at his mind And he, confused could scarcely reason them Nor question whether source he might consign Then they tolled like death-bells in his head And he thought how right were they who said There are none to cipher, knowing him He would much the better off be dead. Next they came as...

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Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem by Michael R. Burch And so it begins—the ending. The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending. Your final solution is pending. (A pale Piggy-Wiggy will discount your death as no biggie.) Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave...

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This child cannot go on the abuse from an arm so strong there’s nothing verbal about this only the pain from everything so wrong. How does one measure happy how wide does the smile have to be there’s nothing in her life but darkness his ray of sunlight is that the key? He kisses her goodbye in the mornings a decent job an executive...

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How did this happen? Only a year ago... Laughing, loving, living. Sudden Occupation by men with evil intent. Cast into boxcars like animals. Assaulted and beaten by soldiers. Unable to stand, to move, to think. Selection. Time ends....

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A couple of generations ago, people were the victims of genocide. Into concentration camps they would go. By the hundreds of thousands, they all died. The most atrocious events we would know. With evidence, they could not be denied. I was not around when such evil took place. I’m glad I did not live in this time and space. ...

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( In recent days The Pope likened the Gaza Strip to a Concentration Camp. ) Hard Lines ( The Final Solution ) Forgotten 5 million 933 thousand 900 hundred Jewish people The Holocaust Of Buchenwald, Dachau, Auschwitz, Dzierzazna and Litzmannstadt So many names Of places of horror And horror filled faces The world still whispers with These sickening memories Of emaciated bodies Piled...

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If I have inconvenienced you My sorrow knows no bound Trust I had the best intention Yet knew not what to do To rest your feet on solid ground Now I cringe in mortal fear Awaiting your inspection Punishment for payment due Secrets to be found Destroy me with your final strike Drown me in our tears Surface glares upon reflection Will destroy you too In silence our...

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Thousands were selected. In each country, hunted and arrested. Hatred so extreme. Genocide the theme. Mass extermination, old, young and sick. Into the pit. Sons and daughters, like your own. Gassed and burnt, down to the bone. Slaughter of a human race. Because, a type of face. Naked en mass, waiting for the gas. What a way to die! Unable to breath or cry. Vomit, blood and...

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