Long Buchenwald Poems

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 to deceive all of our eventual fate.
This was the very...

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When I was young, my father wrote poems, lovely poems, in Yiddish.
In one poem, he called me, his only son, his 'kadish'l, the one who would recite the Kaddish, the Prayer for the Deceased, for...

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holókauston

Around that table picture the scene 
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean 
What were the topics on the agenda that day 
The Jewish race is about to pay 

Who gave the right...

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INTO THE LIGHT: SAFE HAVEN, 1944
                             ...

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Her shadows' printed on the wall
at Aushwitz and at Buchenwald
She stares out of the Holocaust
with vacant eyes, forever lost
She's traveling the "Trail of Tears"
She falls behind but no one hears
In Vietnam a rain falls down
in...

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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,...

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Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they worked with it mutilating their hands.
Sheepherders fussed with cattlemen as...

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I am sitting at the Arizona Memorial,
which shows how far my scruples have gone.
I lived in Hawaii for years, and
could almost claim to be a kamaaina.
without the least inclination
to visit this memorial to war.
I look...

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After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a...

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Saturnalia my Dream 

Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft...

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Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft palfrey canter
air floating...

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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...

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Name-calling
We who live in the west 
do not see Israel as a colonial power
the last one in the Middle East
As many colonialists before Israel
this unlawful occupation will end
and when the dust settles, a new 
the state will...

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