Macht Poems - Poems about Macht

work doesn't kill anyone idleness does if you don't have work to do, to have productive leisure, while you rest, peel potatoes, or break rocks. cut logs for the fire... you will live happily your whole life...!...

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A victim of the Holocaust Laments so many lives were lost Their Christian friends Can't make amends Although they all have double-crossed...

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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 big iron gate. "Abattoir Macht Frei", it read So for freedom I now wait. But that was yesterday. I’ve had no food nor sleep...

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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 are raked to chemical sludge. Starter motors whine. Windscreens cloud with pain. Gears grind teeth. An electric train gingerly utters...

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We were afraid Constantly Afraid They could Kill us at any moment For no reason suitable For taking a life Little food Little water Little salvation Nothing but work After all Arbeit Macht Frei Is what we lived by Every day Forced to live by it To have it mockingly Branded into us But It...

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Look in a mirror notice your face Is it you ? or has someone taken Your place What do you see explore each line, Somewhere near among the features you will find that your face is just a mirror That reflects your thoughts and wishes Meditate and self-reflect And you can do this while doing dishes Do you want to hear it again ?...

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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 the other. We’re stripped of belongings, to the showers. Chaos breaks out, a scream from my mother. Nobody runs to their loved ones,...

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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 platform, Ingests another load, another swarm. Roar of machines. No protest voice - Up the Mauthausen ...

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