Picture this in your mind's eye
if you will because it happened
to Jews, gypsies, poets, writers,
actors, musicians, resistance
fighters and ministers of religion.
When the living skeletons were
liberated in 1945, they were found
in huddled groups, picking fleas and
lice from their stinking bodies.
Erik laughed, vomited blood and collapsed.
Claus, riddled with dysentry died in a pool of
his defecated bowels.
30,000 died of disease, cold, hunger or in gas
chambers. Of those who survived many later
died from typhus.
What did we learn from this horror? Nothing.
jerry hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dachau-1933-1945/
