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She's
becoming
part of the order
of the tattooed butterfly
she has ceased to speak
has four metal wheels for feet
A chorus of numbers on her arm will forever chant to her inner being
they'll whisper to you everything you don't really want to ever know.
She graduated summa cum laude at the University of Auschwitz,
with a bachelor's degree in "work will forever set you free".
many others dropped out-leaving their chrysalis behind
herded into gas chambers-becoming tattooed butterflies
turning into clouds...…...stories never survived
ashen raindrops...................crumbling psalms
tapping on faces...……………………. truth becoming fable
a thinning and gleaning of ages
endless brutality becoming art
She finally left the flesh behind
became a tattooed butterfly
her tale will not survive
time never embalms
it crumbles all things
truth becomes opaque
a cleansing of the stable
as brutality is re-labeled as art
It then becomes a weapon
of...…………...grand...…………..denial
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Czeslawa Kwoka
#26947 04/12/1943
(c) London F. Bus
Auschwitz Birkenau.
Killing is hard work,
but the schnapps is fine.
Czeslawa Kwoka the beautiful girl
with innocent eyes,
She is Polish, Catholic and only forteen,
but they dont care.
Beautiful girl tied to a chair
Beautiful girl they hacked off her eyebrows
and her hair.
Beautiful girl beaten and raped.
SS killer awaits.
Syringe full of Phenol,
hidden behind his back.
Beautiful child with fear in her eyes.
Stares straight ahead,
She fights and struggles
and wont co-operate.
Click fires the camera shutter
but she wont smile,
Damn it smile! Lachein Schlampe, .
The SS sneer and laugh.
Damn it smile! .
They Punch and slap her
face again and again,
Beautiful girl, defiant, angry and in pain.
She doesn't smile, so they beat her again.
If she smiles they will kill her,
If she doesnt smile they will kill her anyway,
Like the way they
killed her mother yesterday.
Her death will be the same.
Click goes the camera again and again.
Turn sideways, click.
She is naked, blind folded
still tied to the chair.
She doesnt see it coming
The syringe full of phenol,
with a six inch needle
they stabbed it into her heart,
between the 4th and 5th intercostsl ribs.
Injecting the Phenol to end her life.
She passed out in 15 seconds,
She cried for her mother as she died.
In thirty seconds she was dead.
Then her naked body turned pink.
Her name Czeslawa means Glory..
One more dead, 250,000 children to go.
Arbeit Macht Frie.
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Will they come into fashion again!
Out of the grass they did not suddenly bloom.
It took enough hate filled and divisive speech.
And then, when it grew to be "us over them"
The birth of Auschwitz and its nightmarish flowers began to bloom.
It Took so many to horrific deaths.
All that was needed was to create
fear coming out of your breath.
See that mask on your face!
First step in mind control, better than mace.
Don't you see it!
Getting a rebirth here??
It's simple logic at least to me.
As long as we kill the unborn,
Why not those in infirmaries?
And for sure all those who will wear no mask.
We must kill them, we deem it our crusading task?
Beat our political opponents because of their views?
Indeed, in a red hat, beat them black and blue.
Make them the blame for a society gone askew.
Do not hate others because of their views.
That's my message for today,it's a dangerous game.
To bring upon another, undeserved shame.
It's not OK to burn businesses down.
This all paid for by Soros, the technology media you so love,
and those high paid, media clowns.
11-8-2020
He stood shivering in the biting cold
Shreds of dirty, flimsy clothes clung to his frame
All around his fellow skeletons huddled
Waiting for the inevitable walk to that sinister place
His wait had been longer than most
He had been subjected to terrible cruelty
He had seen all of his friends and family go
Yet in his mind he had remained free
His physical torment seemed detached when lost in his memories
His little girl chasing her puppy in the bright sunshine
Friends and relatives around the festive table laughing, chatting, eating
Walking hand-in-hand with his beloved around the moonlight lake
But the freezing wind jolted him back to the hellish reality
He looked towards the barbed-wire fence which bounded his world
There sat on the top wire was a little bird
It sang the sweetest of tunes seemingly just for him
It looked at him as it sang with such innocence
And then with a flutter of its tiny wings
It swooped towards him, turned and glided back over the fence
It pecked at the hard earth before flying into the woods beyond
He knew it was his time
Into that building he trudged
But he had a strange sense of elation
Closing his eyes at last he was free
The morning light shone brightly
The little bird was at his side
It guided him on as they soared through the sky
With the shackles of hell cast aside freedom now prevailed
He and the little bird would never go back to that place again
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To commemorate the liberation of Auschwitz on 27 January 1945.
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
Shema ("Listen")
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You who live secure
in your comfortable homes,
who return each evening to find
warm food and a hearty welcome ...
Consider: is this a "man"
who slogs through the mud,
who knows no peace,
who fights for scraps of bread,
who lives at another man's whim,
who at his "yes" or his "no" lies dead?
Consider: is this is a "woman"
shorn bald and bereft of a name
because she lacks the strength to remember,
her eyes as void and her womb as frigid
as a winter frog's?
Consider that such horrors have indeed been!
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them in your hearts
when you lounge in your beds
and again when you rise,
when you venture outside.
Repeat them to your children,
or may your houses softly crumble
and disease render you equally as humble
so that even your offspring avert their eyes.
Primo Michele Levi [1919-1987] was an Italian Jewish chemist, scientist, Holocaust survivor, writer, journalist and poet. He was the author of two novels and several collections of short stories, essays, and poems. He is best known for If This Is a Man, his account of the year he spent as a prisoner in the Auschwitz concentration camp in Nazi-occupied Poland. His unique work The Periodic Table was shortlisted as one of the greatest scientific books ever written, by the Royal Institution of Great Britain. Levi's autobiographical book about his liberation from Auschwitz, The Truce, became a movie with the same name in 1997. Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, poem, Italian, Jewish, translation, man, mud, woman, bald, nameless, houses, homes, bread, eyes, womb, empty, void, frigid, lifeless, horror, horrors, hearts, write, etch, engrave, inscribe, children, offspring, disease, avert, reject, race, racist, racism, man, men, woman, women, house, home
From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a ceasefire.
From river to the sea, Palestine is on the brink, like an express train to unspeakable tragedy befalling a whole nation, slated for extinction.
History's marching backward, to Rwanda and Auschwitz, a clever strategem for land without its original people, invaded by European settlers citing holy book to lay their claims, like Spanish conquistadors, proclaiming an "empty continent."
From river to the sea, a nation rises and put down like new Spartacus, mutinous against their slavery, and the new King Cnut desperately summoning the waves for Eretz Israel, with no more checkpoints and separation walls; they're only needed for an apartheid state.
From river to the sea, priceless treasures, highlighting architectural ensembles of centuries, buried under the chorus 'finish them,' finish them all, old, young, women, children, their animals too. The magic of land that spawned world religions suddenly has dwindled to a trickle of humanity, the catharsis of a crisis of spirit, shutting down conscience, and soon new settler homes shall be built on tower of skulls, with Gaza's unwelcome beaches available to western tourists again, offering kayakers great thrills at discounted prices, with its banks lined with daffodils and new palm trees, so the pleasure boats can anchor for a day to take advantage of the whirlpools of new resorts with a big sign, no Palestinian allowed.
From river to the sea, the light glows within the dispossessed, and with each martyr, their spirit of resistance blooms, and the saga lingers: Palestine will be free, and Jews and Muslims shall live together in peace.
I am sick of a world where people say that they care
And then build up their walls and pull down the tents
Of the poor and the weak whose only intent is
Survival and those whose only hope is
Our common humanity from our common creation
Though we change the names and the colour of faces
And define our homes as different places
We are not different races - our DNA traces
Our common humanity and our common relations.
And the shame of our common history shows
That the death camps of Auschwitz and
Genocide in Rwanda and the plight of Rohingas that flee
From the soldiers, and the flight of the Christians
From IS in Iraq or the fight of First Nations just to be
Free, recognised and valued as people -that these
Are our history too and the death of a Kurd
Or a transgender sister or the rape of a child
Or abuse of all types at all times in all places
These are just as wild and just as plain wrong
An offence to the divinity of our common humanity.
What else is there to say.
Kim Helen James
27/1/2018
Not too long ago, back about 1929
Was conceived a boy, name of Danny Fine
Born on a Thursday, 24th of October
A day the stock market turned stone-cold sober
When the crash was over, five days later
The Fine family fortune had totally cratered
They'd lost all their wealth; Mr. Fine lost his job
Mrs. Fine had a breakdown; she wept and sobbed
Little Danny grew up in so horribly destitute
His only clothing for weeks was his birthday suit
His mother's milk dried up all-too-quickly
Poor Danny became anemic and sickly...
He struggled at home; he struggled at school
He was undernourished; life was so cruel
At age 15, he ran away from home
Determined to turn things around, all alone
He joined the Armed Forces, lied about his age
Helped liberate Dachau and Auschwitz, turning a page
Came to believe in himself in those heady days
Danny had learned, "Where there's a will, there's a way."
You may well guess Danny's now rich and/or famous
And sure he's succeeded and is no ignoramus
He's a regular guy with a wife and four kids
Who just can't move past something he long ago did --
After leaving home, he did not return again
A decision that's haunted him ever since then
For no matter the good deeds he's done for others
Danny Fine did not honor his father or mother
So the lucky among you, whose parents are still living
Honor them every moment; keep on giving and giving
Because once they have both breathed their very last
It has all been recorded; you can't change the past
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.