Bergen-Belsen
Yes, I stood on a mound,
Taking photographs,
More than a thousand young people,
Paying their homage and respect,
To those whose rotting bodies,
Laid beneath our feet!
Hell, here it was,
Here, under my feet,
This mound alone,
5.000 men, women and children,
Innocent of any crimes, like you
And me and Anne Frank…
Hounded to death,
By demons in Human form,
Clad in black…
SS guards killed them,
No, not just one or ten,
But by the thousands
And millions!
Killed and murdered,
According to plan,
To exterminate those, who
May dare to oppose the powers of those,
Black monsters of the third Reich,
Who killed people like you…
And me, and Anne Frank…!
Starved and hounded,
These prisoners, you and me…
Starved and died, slowly,
In agony, their bodies,
Eaten away, by hunger and diseases;
While animals in uniform,
Gloated and called you and me…
Animals and sub-humans…!
Below me, bones, eaten and
Burned by quick lime…,
While the sign states:
5.000 people are buried here,
Here, under your feet,
Photographs record the honour,
And the grief of young people,
From both German States…
Why aren’t the guilty one’s here,
My brain screams in silence, and
Slowly the answer saps out of
Every dark corner of the mind…
Both infuriating and damning…
They are not here, because they are
Sitting again in judgement in West
German courts, or… enforce the law again…!
The same Generals run the Army or Airforce,
The soldiers trained again by the
Self-same guilty criminals in uniform…
Those very same people, responsible for
This very mound of bones, on which you stand,
Whilst the quick lime of hatred sears your soul,
Eating you and damning them, damning those,
Who killed me, and you and Anne Frank…
And yet, even though we are dead,
We live……….Forever…….!
