They have no soul!
Thought the Jews of the Nazis,
Could it be true for God to discriminate between the two?
Could He have known of the horrors of the holocaust?
Six million starved, beaten, shot to death,
Run over, whipped blind and skinned alive,
Like rodents made to labour and obey,
Tender heads of children smashed onto walls,
And let the bloody stains be a reminder to all.
Such butchery,
By those who seemed no different than them,
Hitler’s henchmen I hear were normal men,
At night they tucked their children into bed,
Drank their wine and snuggled to their wives,
Yet for years they crammed their camps,
With men treated no better than chained animals,
Oh! The sheer magnitude of that carnage is impossible to pen,
The aftermath is harder still.
The Diary of Anne Frank will tell you that,
The death of innocence, of countless bodies,
But then the death of the flesh is brief,
It’s but a stop-gap between journeys.
But what of the Nazi pigs, you ask?
I say they suffered the most,
There may be no records to show,
Any penance or punishment for their crimes,
For there is no salvation for soulless men,
The death of a soul alone is the cruelest end.
This post has been published by me as a part of IBL; the Battle of Blogs, sponsored by WriteupCafe.com. Join us at our official website and facebook page.
Thought the Jews of the Nazis,
Could it be true for God to discriminate between the two?
Could He have known of the horrors of the holocaust?
Six million starved, beaten, shot to death,
Run over, whipped blind and skinned alive,
Like rodents made to labour and obey,
Tender heads of children smashed onto walls,
And let the bloody stains be a reminder to all.
Such butchery,
By those who seemed no different than them,
Hitler’s henchmen I hear were normal men,
At night they tucked their children into bed,
Drank their wine and snuggled to their wives,
Yet for years they crammed their camps,
With men treated no better than chained animals,
Oh! The sheer magnitude of that carnage is impossible to pen,
The aftermath is harder still.
The Diary of Anne Frank will tell you that,
The death of innocence, of countless bodies,
But then the death of the flesh is brief,
It’s but a stop-gap between journeys.
But what of the Nazi pigs, you ask?
I say they suffered the most,
There may be no records to show,
Any penance or punishment for their crimes,
For there is no salvation for soulless men,
The death of a soul alone is the cruelest end.
This post has been published by me as a part of IBL; the Battle of Blogs, sponsored by WriteupCafe.com. Join us at our official website and facebook page.
9 comments:
I loved it!!! Loved the way you brought the point and the pain...
Wonderful post...winner all the way!
you have brought out the pain and suffering and also the complexity very very well
Great subject. and you perfectly captured it using your pen..In fact I had written something similar, but only in a prose format..
here it is www.vanitymoments.com/2011/06/colourless-frames.html
*pain*
I'm glad you wrote about this Ismita. I was waiting to read your take for IBL and I guessed you will write free verse and you did write the same. Thanks for writing this soulful and painful poem..
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@Numerounity, thank you so much...smiling all the way :)
@Seeker of Equanimity, thank you I am gald you enjoyed reading it!
@Tomz, thank you so much and I'll surely read your post and get back on that :)
@SIspl...you are a source of great encouragemnt, so thank you, thank you!
:)
I have read the Anne Frank's diary of young girl... This piece of yours reflects the real meaning of death...an end of the soul.
I am glad I visited your blog.. :) Will read more of you :) Loved your space..
Cheers,
@Tanvi, thanks again for reading and enjoying the poetry :)
Well Composed !!!....You could portray all the pain and sufferings in such simple words and so gracefully.. Amazing...
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