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To Bear Witness
To bear witness … and awaken the world … he’ll rise:
Helpless to halt routine horrors he’s seeing,
A scared, adolescent boy of slender size,
Nabbed and dehumanized solely for “being”,
Keeps records of the cruelty his captors devise.
Yesterday once stayed his tenacious tenant of time,
Occupying today in recurrent roles of reprise,
Until death voided its lease, evicting crisis from crime.
Exiled to sight and sound, languages always languish:
Lone words, limited mediums too dull and shallow,
Impaired all the expressions of their author’s anguish,
Except to press, “What shall humanity hold hallow?”
Woven together, his words threaded truths for which he fought,
Iterating a haunting testimony of torment.
Emancipated prose, sprung from his mind’s prison distraught,
Sew our human bond on basted seams of past and present:
Empathy must be a measure of our moral fitness
Lest we lose lessons taught by he who lived … to bear witness!
E. V. Wyler
The Alex Joneses among us
As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning
or switching on the radio or TV without getting an earful of sentimental songs flung at morning tired
adults before the first cup of coffee
PS. There was a time when one could write: a cup of coffee and a cigarette, we are glad tobacco is no longer
in our mind and body. Here someone is clearing throats
but find it best not to comment
A right-wing Christian and conspiracy theorist has been
allowed into Tweeter, X, and this has made the official
Press into a knot of outrage.
Elon Musk has done us a service by letting his Twitter be
a place for the burning questions to be aired.
Yes, at the same place where the perfectly awful
vulgarian and bigoted interviewer, Piers Morgan, spews
his opinions, for many who see him as a spokesperson
for despicable lies and shallow thinking
He is tolerated and has many fans among those who do
not reflect upon his utterings.
As for Alex Jones, a famous radio host, who has a theory of so many things and many of his views involve Jews, a group of people who hold American Politicians in a fateful grip of corruption and the weaponizing of
the Holocaust and in its holy name, special privileges
In Europe, Alex Jones is not well known I think he is
seen as an outspoken Billy Graham, a man I once saw
in the late fifties, preaching under a circus tent to
thousands of applauding Norwegians, many of whom thought he looked like Wild West Cowboy.
The good thing about an outlet like Twitter it gives
those with views contrary to the officials have a place
to air their opinions, without being branded a ban
hand on heart do you believe in the truth?
honesty, love and in God absolute?
do you speak for freedom and for fairness?
to respect a human and forgiveness?
did you weep when you heard of victim jews?
the holocaust, murder, gas chamber queues?
did you wince in pain at lynching of blacks?
of slavery, suffering, whips on backs?
do you seek fair justice when you are wronged?
if someone took something to you belonged?
Would you be silent if your child is killed?
your daughter molested and her blood spilled?
believe you deserve to be treated fair?
this world with all we should equally share?
then be brave stand up and say loud what’s true!
equality, justice, not for a few!
have you shut hearts and minds to Palestine?
let them be tormented all will still be fine?
terrorists not those who ask for freedom,
terrorists those who besieged their kingdom!
the world watched quietly when jews were burnt,
the world still watches! no lessons are learnt!
hand on heart, do you believe in the truth?
honesty, love and in God absolute?
take this moment to show we are not fraud!
speak up for suffering children of God!
Through faith, hope, and love, we will find true meaning.
Whether it's slavery, the holocaust, or ethic cleaning;
Whether by captivity, by extermination, or by lynching;
Atrocities have haunted mankind since our earliest beginning.
Many may contend that Jim Crow died and is being resurrected, on the rise.
Perhaps the question remains whether or not, like Satan, he went in disguise.
Is it not evermore true that if mankind fails to learn from history,
is it not equally true that we are condemned to repeat it?
Resurrection applies only to something which has died.
Anything less than fatal blows will allow hatred to survive.
The fact that Jim lives doesn't mean that many have not tried.
That is, tried to put him to death; rid him forever from society.
In most localities, he is dead, but only in the realms of legality.
By habit and acceptable societal behaviors, he continues to live.
Yes, there are far fewer acts of inhuman lynching like Emmitt Till.
In many hearts, Jim Crow's presence and deadly stench are not killed.
Busing, public integration, and housing policy did not really kill him.
The light bulbs have been changed, but the new ones are rather dim.
There are entities like animals that hibernate until a new season.
Like the devil in disguise in Eden, he lurks until there is a reason.
Jim is like a lifeless idol empowered by the hate and bigotry of mortals.
Or like a 'Scare Crow' in a garden to keep unwanted fowls from morsels.
Jim Crow is empowered by lies and ignorance; and he thrives on false narratives. Regardless of color, continent, country, or culture, we must fight against Jim Crow with our lives.
040722PSCtest, U Choose, Anthony Biaanco.12P
Theme chosen: #14, The Resurrection of Jim Crow
Read The Mind of the Thunder
By: Feb Francisca Chaves
For everything in the string couldn't even able to pluck the deaf to a harp.
In the single dropping of a note and pitch to teach for that to come up a melody.
Wagner's Die Walküre fit to match of the Nazis Fighter Plane,
Never guess the torpedo would be the medicine you taste for you to be insane.
Eyes spark of greed of power and obsession on Nazi Fanatics, was also my favorite.
Disappointing that you switch your choice to the group of fascist swine.
Rather than to give Hitler a speech about the perfect rhymes of a war crime.
Not knowing what music he would hear when he double cross the deal of the red army
Hammer and sickle for farmers and worker that united as one,
What about the problem of hundreds of tank versus the thousands of guns.
Good news Nazis break the Soviet peace deal, pretty sure vodka doesn't heal.
Mind of a dictator deserve to sip tea rather than bullet to heat on kettle.
Jews been been baked and burn, not just hundred but swipe off dead.
Echoing pain from camp that lead their nightmare and chaos.
Every blood that marked their tears doesn't trade their lost.
Even a grand of trees doesn't grow the flourish land of Stalingrad.
All winter felt pain in the midst of cold,
Does kids never heard a story at night that their dad ever told.
Too bad lots of father and son holding only courage with rifle and gun.
Not other men are survive or even return their home and some of them are gone.
Balanced through life's cup
our climate changes as war grips many poor souls
Caught victims in a maze poisoned by this pollution
Trillions dropped in bombs of grave suffering and devastation
the silent screams for justice that's never heard
Media no longer covers true facts bare to the bone
Holocaust where arms are supplied by powers at large
testimony witnesses living skeletons displayed
That would break your heart seeing such unbearable agony
Driven from their home lands by greedy tyrants
the greatest polluters of this world
Warmongers destroying cities and valuable relics
Amounts to the army of darkness never once showing
the olive branch of peace destroying seems to be all they live by
a sad story that is told over and over again
THE HOLOCAUST :
In a land full of greed,
Where the wicked hold their feasts.
In a land full of beasts,
Causing long cemented grief.
With shadows of sorrow fencing the meek.
And politics building one to be a thief,
As Terrorism is at the highest peak.
And theocracy is only existing to deceive.
We still alive breathing in pain.
No matter how far we've stayed,
What exactly do we gain?
North to South are for men trade,
East to West get men slained.
The journey is obviously mislaid.
The land of the living is passing,
And its system is hardened.
Who is now it's ruler,
Making the land so meager?
What's breaking its strongest pillar,
Established as an unshakable figure?
No more can we stand,
On this weak land.
Our pulsational hearts are on fire,
For the issues are higher.
Poverty terminating lives unreasonably,
This topic is cultivated unpleasantly.
Who should we blame,
For causing this maim?
Who should we name,
For all these shame?
The land is full of pestilence,
Destroying certain core eminence.
Famines on the rise,
And we feeling it in our eyes.
The land is at war,
And it seems not to end at all.
What is the ransom for peace,
As we're gnashing our teeth?
Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",
or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain
most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,
he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language used by Jews
in central and eastern Europe
before the Holocaust.
Originally German dialect with
words from Hebrew, and
several modern languages and
today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia.
Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof)
linkedin courtesy heredity,
supposition nuts so crazy nor insane,
yet nothing further about biology
Iberia lee kant hex Spain
emotional status concomitantly
intertwined with possible causes
such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral,
Cognitive, Neurological,
Environmental - inextricably lodged
within cerebral domain
manifesting as countless
fixations, I disdain
(in retrospect) precious time forsaken,
and absolute zero benefits to gain,
and inflicted severe strain
father and mother felt helpless,
especially when anorexia nervosa
nearly imperiled life source villain
rent asunder body electric drivetrain
brought corporeal standstill
loosed maniac running
rampant within brain
emaciation delivered me
at death's door
prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil
nsync with psychiatric intervention plus
mother as licensed practical nurse wayne
wright me malnourished body
nutrient fortified drinks,
I passively did abstain
eventually grudgingly gained weight
buffering scrawny skeletal
skein knee membrane
definitely stunted growth plus chain
reaction impacted livingsocial
courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne
promoted cultural revival known
as Matthew Scott Harris'
Carolingian Renaissance.
When getting it right is a must:
what sources do you trust?
Opinions moved like glacial frost
While Jews died in the holocaust.
When Nazis killed civilians in Lidice
revenging the murder of Reinhard Heydrich
The herald Tribune did agree
This was not the imagination of a refugee.
But that's because the Nazis said they did it.
In other cases, skeptics couldn't fit it.
British officials complained about Poles and Jews
Trying to "stoke us up" with fake news.
They didn't want to waste time on "wailing Jews"
Odd, because there were plenty of clues.
U.S. pollsters found to nine out of ten
It was all "propaganda lies" to them.
Then G.I.'s took photos of what they'd seen
Disbelief remained, slate had to stay clean.
One G.I. told his parents what he saw at Dachau
They balked, some thoughts couldn't allow.
Who do you trust also came to the fore
When J Edgar Hoover chose to ignore
a warning from Dusko Popov of the Japanese plan
to attack Pearl Harbor, didn't trust the man.
Dusko was a womanizer, but he was on our side
His behavior Mr. Hoover could not abide
Ignoring those flaws could have saved the fleet
What would God think in the judgement seat?
Sometimes truth is too big to believe
Even when perps don't bother to deceive.
It is true the world has propaganda lies
Both truth and falsehood can wear a disguise.
My unforgettable visit to the Holocaust Museum,
Washington, DC . . .
Those empty shoes before my eyes-
I hear their agony and cries.
Oh God, how could this ever be?
The feet they nestled once walked free.
All sizes, shapes, stood filled neath skies;
those empty shoes before my eyes,
they walked with purpose and with grace-
now thousands piled inside this space.
The lives they led, both young and old,
cut short by horrors then untold.
Those empty shoes before my eyes-
too hard to grasp and realize.
As I, behind this glass look in
and see humanity's dark sin,
my heart and soul are pained by whys-
those empty shoes before my eyes.
October 15, 2016
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: My Take On The Holocaust
Sponsor: The Seeker
Judged: 10/17/2016