IN THIS HELL
The black train rolls to a stop.
The swift and deadly wolf packs gather.
The barbwire is heard rattling the music's crippling beat.
Powerless they are hounded and trampled upon.
With no where to run they were swallowed in helpless rage.
The long lines of by standers wait in silence.
In the interment there is quiet strangulation.
Their souls are stripped to its stark nakedness.
Clinging to the essence of their treasures.
Within the silent hunger to live there is no place to hide.
The world mercilessly shatters before their eyes.
In the death camps the devils decision is final.
The beast has no memories.
Their evil blends day after day.
Night is without end for day possesses its darkness.
Living in between the limbo of camps and chambers.
The myriads of obstacles blockade their survival.
Sudden visions of fear have stricken them.
The crippling blows are hidden in a cloak of darkness.
The wounds of begging are desolate and bare.
Persecuted and tortured every man bleeds.
In the questioning souls vanished.
Suffocated in the gas chambers the anguished cries echo.
The black ovens in their crown are never silent.
Feasting in the grand coronation of death.
The crematorium is blazing.
There is no shield from the fire.
Into the ovens no one escaped the caldron's flame.
The sounds will echo as the children scream their last cries.
The innocence disappeared up the chimneys.
The bellowing smoke ravaging the light.
Ashes are shattered by the winds.
In the roaring chambers death rattles resound.
The fragrance of hell will not diminish the smell.
In the eerie stillness savage bullets are hurled.
In an avalanche of falling bodies the trenches are filled.
Empty and unreachable are the countless void of graves.
Blood is raining its lashing.
Living skeletons walk in the abyss of red.
The stage podium stands and in silence waits.
Terror reaches out and chokes quickly.
The gallows ropes are dangling.
You can hear the bone fragments crunching.
The suffering grabbed and twisted its pain.
The awful horror piercing our saddened hearts.
Resounding through the darkness of thoughts.
The heart feels the pain for there is no escape.
In the presence of atrocities the quiet death still lingers.
In its vivid starkness the terror is unspeakable.
Oh my anguished eyes what do they conceive.
The frozen memories in time still haunt.
Their eyes bleed for the fear they see.
Trembling and feverish they died from the cold.
Children screamed their last breaths.
Frozen in the air their souls are dancing.
In the barren solitude mournful voices are sorrowfully lamenting.
The traitors of time consume.
So many scars from the demons of torture.
In the blackness of despair the souls of spirits appear.
After all these years it still pierces.
Who will remember the songs from the cradle for the children?
For the innocent were raped of their dreams.
There will be no living in the imagination of tomorrow.
The kaleidoscope of colors is now crimson.
In these enclosed nights tears are heard.
The children whimper in there sleep.
There are no nightly serenades.
Of pictures flashing frozen in time.
For the thousands of years to come the dreams are shattered.
Yellow stars will forever mark eternity.
My essence is out-raged to the very core ---- for humanity////