Friday, April 3, 2020

Alone In A Room, Essays - Holocaust Literature, Night, Shame

Alone in a room, With a man who has killed, a man who has slaughtered the Innocent. With callous heart, And no shame to hide, He murdered millions in genocide. Virgin Europe, Now pillaged and raped, Was now strewn with bodies, Very few had escaped. What were you thinking? How could you dare To snatch so many lives, And not even care? What was so turbine, What did you fear to lose, To slaughter more than SIX MILLION JEWS? How could you sleep with yourself at night? Were you blind, or did you suppress the site Of the mangled bodies, the children's tears, The reign of hell you brought about for years? No one I can think of has ever been bolder, or manifested a heart, as evil or colder. I did it because In my imagination I pictured a pure race And one solid nation. A world full of people , Shouting Zieg Hiel Commanding me to god Made it all seem worthwhile But didn't you feel anything at all, As you struck down human lives, And heard their pleading call? For me it was easy To see them all dead These Jews are the devil, They have horns In their head; They are the scourge of the Earth, Like the world's worst blight. I'm sure god will only smile If I wipe them from sight. Well, you've done your deed, Mr. Hitler, And in the end, You Have Lost, While we for eternity bare the shame of your holocaust. Bibliography Here's a little something I find worth sharing with you guys!

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