'The Worst That Man Can Do'
Sent to die in a rusting cart,
degraded and degraded until they fell apart,
burning bushes could no longer save them,
that’s why an ode I must pen.
Unknowing in a state of gross naivety,
“How could anyone ever do this to a civilization?”
Tears are only tears that keep us alive,
and our fears are only things of which we’re deprived,
deprived of life it just wasn’t fair,
sickening stockpiles of beautiful hair.
Unaware of things that might come,
“Surely this is some sort of bad dream?”
Praying for mercy at the wailing wall,
of mankind this was the fall,
red and black obscenities branded into minds,
little boys afraid to fluff their lines.
Dreading how God might judge,
“It was only our duty, it was only our duty.” Warmongers.
Shivering in ashaméd nakedness,
the good Lord could protect us,
they queued up to die for a matter of chance,
no jolly or morbid ballet dance.
Don’t you worry harmless Jew,
“It was them and was not you.”
