PRODUCT OF A DISEASED MIND
we cannot indefitnitly avoid depressing subject matter
particulary if it's true
how did cultured people turn to genocide
the rest of the world remained silent
force the hand of confrontation
lean taunt sparse in style employ no tricks provide no escape
accept responsibility of our past
still many who feed on the wish
on the anti semitism that lurks
near the surface of the lives of cultured people
committing the greatest indignity humand can inflict
making the people believe their painand torture was an illusion
in that valley death took on substanse
those who survived turned into substanse
honor the dead warn the living
better one heart be broken a thousand times
if it means a thousand not be broken at all
their presance cast a shadow from withen
in dimmest outline the reality they saw touched and tasted directly
the on goong devastation has only begun
devastation will never end
devastation imposed by memory
that which makes the line between life and death
a thin line indeed
how can one discern the vestiges of life being breathed into a corpse
we seek relief from this horror
let's hope with this generation we will recapture enough reality
that it will stop being repeated over and over again
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