Caged Birds.
innumerable months imprisoned
by the Fuhrer.
Lives spent living in the umbrage, the tenebrous shadow of
die Nationalsozialistisches.
Enclosed by the guard towers and perimeter walls,
those who dare to run are shot in a moment.
No hesitation, no trial, no jury, no remorse.
Cruel, heinous, stygian acts of manslaughter--
blood stains your hands;
forever a print on humanity.
Bare skin, visible ribs, starving infants, chattering teeth, twins, Jews,
submissive to your glare.
Go to Hades, flourish in Hell, all you who caused it.
Forever remember, hold close, keep near
the memory of what has happened
many years ago.
Not only caged
as though some sub-human creatures had taken their place,
but tortured and seperated
killed with glee
as though tolerance and love
were of no object.
Nay, nescient Nazis, those who are different CAN be called human
as you clearly cannot be.
Faith and Love has become their aegis
against your MP38s.
See--
Arbeiten macht frei?
Is that so, Mr. Hitler? Or is it another of your lies...
How could the susurrus of death never wake the rest of the world?
Caged in Dachau, in Aushwitz, in Bergen-Belsen,
you never let your birds free.
They shivered and died
and withered and cried
and dead,
now they be.
Never remorseful, nor contrite,
though apology could never do much.
Your birds are gone and dead, expired.
Behind humanity is these deaths and before us, new life.