#camps
Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A truck to take them to the firing squad
A space shuttle to take them off world
A plane to ferry them to a new colony
All this and more to relocate humans
Orders given from up above carried out
Adding up the numbers of people shifted
Under command of the always ready soldiers
Commanded by a ruthless ******* officer
Look back into the past and compare
Just like the trains at the death camps
Remember what happened then
History repeats itself over and over
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
oh, little ones
if I could build you a worthy city
to keep you safe and dreaming
I would crush the hope I had left
into a powder,
mix it
with all the things we grown couldn't be
and lay the slurry out to set,
harden it with sun and air
not hate
forming a foundation
where futures could be built
oh,
but my tools have no power
I dented them in fury and shorted them in tears
before they could be used to build
oh, little ones
if ever I find safety in this homeless land
I'll wrap you in it
in a heartbeat
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
They came to Auschwitz and Treblinka...
they tore down the walls that confined us.
How we wept with joy as the SS officers
were taken away - we spit in their path,
those of us still able to call up sputum
from lungs tortured with malnutrition
and iron beds that bore no blankets
for our bones.
My sleeves are covering the number
they burned into my arm, taking away
my humanity and rendering me nothing.
A young soldier takes my arm,
kisses the hated brand;
he has tears in his eyes as he
tells me he is from Texas...there are
no other words he can pull from his
young, shocked brain.
When you see this picture -
remember these words:
“All it takes for evil to flourish
is for good men to do nothing”.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Would you believe me to be death?
I guess it makes sense
For this reality, truly is hell
But I am a cheater of death
So here I stand;
Amidst the stink of burning corpses,
Dead eyes of starring, children and women,
Alive.
Oh, but how I wish I was dead.
Now, 80 years after,
The smell of burned carcass,
Still clings to everything I touch
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC