The ovens are ready, but there will be no bread today

just dust, ash and water and these men of clay.

The Abattoir's ribs are ready, awaiting the Adam and the Eve;

Doctor is making house calls uncaring who's deceived.

Three million go uncounted; it's only Jews that matter,

and the Baker is a busy, Nasty Bee, mixing up the batter.

The Conductor checks his watch, the trains are all on time.

The underground is all in place; no punishment can fit this crime.

The ovens are always ready, with another bigot at the gate,

be wary when you lock the doors; a child's spoon fed hate.

Bruce Herbert Fader 06-04-2022 21:15

-For the 9,000,000 victims of the holocaust-

Sadly, Bruce, bigotry lives on. Thanks for reminding us.

Les

Heavy. Not being much of a poet myself, I must admit to not getting that last sentence. I mean, I get it, but... maybe my brain isn't functioning well yet. It makes sense if you take it seperately, but I can't make sense of it as a sentence.

I ramble. I DO like this though. Cheerios!

Angelia (keeper of light)