AS THE BAND PLAYED ON
As i stand peering through the barbwire.
Grotesque visions bombard my soul ---- as my tears fall.
These are god's chosen people ---- if there is such a beast?
From out of the ashes ----
the mongrel corporal arose from his cell of hell,
dragging his odious beliefs.
Deeply entrenched to resolve firmly,
and inevitably the evil magic,
as if from Merlin's court.
To thwart, rout, conquer, vanquish, and annihilate a whole race.
In stunning confusion ----
he foreshadowed the hordes with fanatical charisma, and bread.
As the storm troopers and brown shirts,
marched and rampaged throughout the towns, and cities.
Confiscated like a lynch mob at the train stations.
Like Judas goats they were lead to the cattle cars,
for the ride to the slaughter-houses.
They wore stars upon their chest
but were not the marshals of their destiny.
The guardian at the gate pointed left or right.
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
In the distance ----
pillars of chimneys billowed their smoke that melted into clouds.
Families were torn apart.
Little ones were ripped from their mothers' arms.
Their souls were seized in broad daylight.
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
At night lying down for sweet nightmares ----
while keeping vigilance besides the dying or dead.
At first light ----
confused they ambled towards the showers ----
as the doors were locked, and in came the cyanide gas.
God ---- ---- can we understand the torment/
Compelled to open the doors/
Can we conceive or imagine the imperative anxiety
of a strong irresistible impulse to kill ---- in the lords name.
The contorted ---- wrenched bodies in a mountainous heap.
Tentatively beneath ones dignity they loaded the carts,
and rolled them too the many ovens.
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
Silken strands that once were parted ----
are now made into ropes for the chandeliers hanging.
Tattooed lampshades that still throw shadows on the walls.
Tooth gold pulled and yanked out by the ton.
Warm shoes gathered for the cold fronts.
In the mud pits densely clustered bodies lie within its avalanche.
The fiendish persistently excruciating experiments ----
"doctor help me but do not ---- hurt me/"
While in the back rooms the dauntless decadence ----
of the blond, blue eyed, super race ---- desecrating perversions.
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
To plunder,
the riches making bare the desolate wastelands.
In return,
sending the V2 rockets that were to reach the innocents ----
but carried no survivors/
Leaving behind,
the scourge of evil to befall its affliction upon mankind.
In his disastrous downfall and defeat.
He orders ---- "go gather the children/"
As they parade forward tall and proud.
The echo resounds from the chamber of a shattered mind.
"I will show you ---- ----
where the iron crosses grow ---- ----
in this frozen time."
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
In a feeble suicide to erase his existence ----
for what he left behind.
Robbing creation for everlasting punishment/
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
The concentration camps are liberated.
As the soldiers ambled through the gates in disbelief.
The repugnance and abhorrence are overwhelming.
Standing on the outside with their tears.
Turning around gazing through the barbwire ----
still bewildered and confused.
Taking with them laconic pictures ----
for mankind to see for the centuries yet to come.
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
At Nuremburg,
they sat frozen ---- bleak and pale ---- reflecting.
When asked, they regurgitated ---- "i was only following orders."
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
To the Wailing Wall of broken stones.
Without protest to forgive ----
but never to over look their heritage left behind.
In solace, there deep feelings of sharing the sufferings of another:
mercy lord ---- mercy/
They ask the same question ---- over ---- and over ---- in dismay.
"Lord ---- how could you put us into another's keeping,
who would conspire his turbulent agitation to be so ruthless ----
and callous ---- in his egregious ---- heinous rein?"
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
Now that it is too late.
They say, "never again ---- never again ---- never again,"
will we turn from the terror/
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/
Half a century has passed ---- and the young do not believe.
I raise my arm showing the brand of ---- 19616996/
In my hand is a Bible ----
that has been used for toilet paper ----
to wipe mankind's ass for centuries/
AS THE BAND PLAYED ON/