so this is war.

more blood pores from the fountain, as i'm counting on the cold hand, of those that abstain but demand more ground gained for the causes that we follow into battle.

when i swallow, i can feel the whole earth rattle.

it was all too real from the moment that i peeled my steel cap back and saw the black night…fade into first light.

some fat balding man had the clever insight that might makes right,

so under infrared sight, we steadily advance.

i raise from my crouch stance, and as bullets mark the time, i dance through the lines of dead men who've been forever left behind to lie with their own kind.

but i turn my mind off. desensitizing. i find myself surmizing on how i can plant my flag on the horizon.

so glory finds me and i can be history's first living soul on the beaches of normandy and then slay me a thousand germans.

cause revenge is burning hot as pistol shot and i can smell bodies rotting on both sides of the divide but the tide of the battle has turned.

the good guys have returned.

so we succeed in the beachhead but success is relative.

with relatively high numbers of dead bloodstained human remains but the nazis fled so we advance into france.

we meet the underground resistance behind enemy lines making good distance at the insistance of our leaders, we follow up on every lead, even retreat can be a trap.

but one look at the map showed the germans were withdrawing, citizens were applauding as they plotted how to pay back their citizen assassins.

we started liberating towns to the ticker tape tirades of humans too tired to wage war anymore.

it looked like war had but a few months left before we could all rest and go home to our families.

but then we heard rumor of a place where an entire human race was taken and laid to waste,

a camp where crazed experiments take place and rows of corpses overflowed mass graves.

there were things to be seen to turn you to burn inside, and we, the soldiers, were told to see it with their own eyes.

so i went to see it so i could explain without laying blame.

history's maiden name is story, so i’ll call it as i see it.

and i see fit it to record it so the truth cannot be distorted.

but i must warn you, truth is cold.

souls stolen from right under the skin,

in a prison where the inmates fate were wrapped the day their feet passed the gates and doctors decided,

whether you were pesticided or provided with a tattoo used to id you, when death from exposure overcame you.

so i walked past the gates and saw plain brick buildings,
and then the real world faded.

i hated every breath, no words to express what i saw when auschwitz fell, a living hell you couldn't tell the living dead from the skeletons,

enveloped in the valley of death.

the stink of charred flesh made my breath catch.

alas, we couldn't match the millions of dead civilians,

with what we had believed to be humans.

"how could this happen?" i asked my captain.

for a moment, this proponent of atonement just shook his head.

it was best left unsaid.

but being jewish on the other side of the divide meant that i knew my history without having to face its wrath,

the path of six million goes way beyond the math.

see...poland fell first.

the jews were the first to feel it, herded into units by perverted germans who used their loose liberties to sexually abuse and misuse,

in full view of the camera, but it never made the news.

cause most poles agreed that all jews were infected.

they infested every stock invested bank and every government thinktank had at least a jew or two so who am i to play the fall guy,

when i cast my eye on the neighbor's grass where it's truly greener on the other side,

i must confide that i hate jews just about as much as the germans do,

so when the burning smoke chokes out the air and all i smell is burning hair,

i'll turn a blind eye and comply with every single lie that you make us recite so we won't ask any questions.

see... many europeans felt that jews were just pollution.

a problem finally solved by the final solution,

where communists, jews, gypsies, and handicapped queers

all became a target of irrational fears.

fed by the flames of state sponsored propaganda and that's when one man began to expand his theories of inferiority and spread it like a virus.

jews were enclosed in, ghettos completely frozen from contact beyond that flat where fifteen people slept back-to-back.

where liberty and property were stolen on the grounds that jews were the chosen scapegoats.

and so oats were torn and the horn sounded, and as the hatred rose from town to town, the world was astounded,

why do the nazis treat some citizens so ruthless,

but without documented proof any accusations were toothless,

and since the persecuted were jewish

the world watched and did nothing.

see...hate was fanned into obsession.

obsessed by the extermination of a nation bonded by religion,

so a nation created in fear and xenophobia proceeded to eliminate,

sanctioned by the state.

but bullets were too expensive and didn't kill fast enough, plus the mass graves made it hard to deny the use of slaves digging their own graves.

so science was used and compounds were created,

to make the killings more efficient and less anticipated.

a pesticide called zyklon b was used to see hundreds of strangers into the gas chambers which they were told were the showers.

the children, women and elderly must have been smelly, cause immediately upon entry, they were all sent to the showers.

so the world watched and somebody had to know

that six million jews went to camp and didn't come home.


as i stare down the tracks where trains packed humans in cattle cars behind steel bars, the motto of this camp attracts my eye,

it says: "albrecht maken frei," meaning 'work will make you free,' but all those who died inside probably never saw the irony.

this place had an evil feeling as we roamed building to building ,

sights before my eyes, each one the less appealing,

a room piled to the ceiling with gold filling teeth, the next filled with shaved human chair soon to become some german chair and plush sofa.

suffocating stench as i clenched my teeth for what i reached next.

i saw ten huge chimneys burning gassed jews to ashes,

a whole section dedicated to storing glasses.

confiscated from the dead for resale, i felt frail and had to leave this hell or be consumed by its spell.
•••••••

it’s been a long time since the war, but i consider it my duty to bring this tragedy to your attention.

and to my country, who gets a mention and pats itself on the back for helping end the occupation,

and bring freedom to a federation of the oppressed. but canada must be undressed, its dirty laundry put to rest.

our country frowned on the slaughter perpetrated.

a crime so anti-human we were left exasperated but it faded over time and if you think denmark smelled rotten, soon our feelings were forgotten.

but i will never forget that this nation did nothing,

and when our government feigned sadness, they must have been bluffing,

cause before and during the war all the way into the fifties,

canada's immigration policy was just as clear as any:

"one jew is one jew too many."

so how can we condemn when we had a chance to open up our arms and give a home to the survivors? instead we gave the red carpet to ex-nazi storm riders.

whose record checks seemed to have been forgotten at the border in the disorder.

why do you think we still keep finding out that nazis are our neighbors, fifty years later.

ask me if i think we should have done more, it's all said and done with now, so what the fuck for?

my task

and all i ask,

is that you never forget, cause those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

the nazis were defeated yet the lies live on and spawn in the ignorance of those whose motives reap it.

by claiming death counts were made up by the zionist conspiracy.

as if we needed to exaggerate but i saw how hate could make right-thinking people deviate when they create excuses for the nooses and reasons for the bleeding but nothing made as much as sense as seeing is believing.

i can't stop crying, this isn't human... only illusion...but i'm trying...

what i saw will defy, too many dead to identify, cities disappear and whole families die, so when you deny,

spreading lies my mind burns with the pictures left behind please look inside my eye and tell me and six million earth citizens why?

all i wanna know how the hell can you deny?



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