Hammer hits the nail head,
Atop a chimney peak,
Smoke and mirrors in its stead,
Reality for the weak.
We hide behind a disguise of vice,
Escaping true fruition,
I do beseech as men or mice,
Words of constitution.
Let free be spirit, heart and thought,
Equality to the masses,
For least we hear atrocities,
Like Jews to poison gasses.
Millions dead, children too,
All lined up in a row.
Thrown by thousands into a ditch.
Wrapped with bullet instead of bow.
There is no sanity in its reason,
Blind and racist hate,
No matter what the season,
Keep it all at bay.
Lest we forget, and doomed repeat,
The horrors of the past,
The lessons learnt upon the world,
They’re still in class.
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The heart of this poem lies in the vivid, jarring remembrance of the Holocaust, presented here not to shock, but to underscore the inhumanity bred from unchecked hatred. “Like Jews to poison gasses…Thrown by thousands into a ditch.” These lines serve as witness to suffering but also as a moral reckoning. And brings a message of 'silence is complicity, and forgetfulness is dangerous.' The poem closes with a chilling truth: “The lessons learnt upon the world / They’re still in class,” is a stark reminder that history doesn’t end but continues in perpetuity. 🙏🏻🕊️
Men's atrocities buried under the dirt of time uncovered from time to time and viewed from a distance are swept back under the rug of faded memory but those still fresh stink and remind us of the carnage we wrack on our fellow man. A sad poem
With all the bs in middle east and ukraine etc...
It shocks me how after ww2 went so bad that men still even play with guns.
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