Long Frei Poems

Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the honey of fortune 
makerere, think tank of africa 
i dance...

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

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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 our own safety.

With no time to fix our things
We hurriedly...

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Ever since my parents bought me a Grundig TV for my room,   
And every week day unquestioned and without fail, 
I've watched the Channel 4 News avidly, glued to it,
From when I was...

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No words describe, 
sufferings worse than hell,
Goes beyond pure evil, 
even a story cannot tell,
We’ve all seen pictures, 
making grotesque sense,
But only the stench, 
reflects this actual offense. 

Cruelty surpasses cruelty, 
overtaken by hate,
Unique to...

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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 by;
Oblivious,
To what was happening inside.

The League of Nations
(Whose mandate was...

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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 of little lost lambs way down on dirty knees

On Perditions...

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I arrived here in the morning,
I do not know the hour,
For I was taken without warning, 
And did not have the power
To resist those men in grey.

From the box car I was led,
Through a great...

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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 genocide that was denied 
The Ottomans fulfilled their toll

Especially the...

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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 “SOLES” you see,
they took a lovely “SOUL” away from you...

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ARBEIT    MACHT     FREI  *

Each metro station should have this sign.
Descend  to  the hot abyss,  to the line.
Steel  monster  vomits people to the...

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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 of flowers
and the omnipresent stench
of burning flesh
wafting from the crematory...

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Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And...

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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 breath. 

With aerosols and plastic scrapers 
clandestine delights of frostwebs...

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Walking thru the gates of,
This hell known as Dachau,
Looking at the words,
"Arbeit Nacht Frei"
" Work sets you free"
I see them in their pinstripped clothes,
Torn, Dirty hanging off their bodies,
Seeing their bones, these skeletons,
Barely walking
Barely moving
Bringing...

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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 dangerous.
Look what happens to the free.
War. Famine. Hate and Death.
Eradicate...

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Where are these cattle cars taking us to?
  Instantly a stench travels through my pours.
A sign translates “Work sets you free.” For Jews?
Children are shaking from their very core,
men on one side, woman on...

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Time is like roulette.
The wheel stops for a while
when you choose a number
or color to try your luck.
You win and you lose
and you gamble again.
Time frees you from the burden
of too much of everything.


Die Zeit...

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The wheel stops for a while
when you choose a number
or color to try your luck.
You win and you lose
and you gamble again.
Time frees you from the burden
of too much of everything.


Die Zeit ist wie ein...

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