Month: May 2010

Their faces distorted,
Masks contorted to fit the shrunken bones.
The final humiliation to be so alone
And trapped in a cell of arrogance.
The senseless deaths occuring
From bravely spurning questions
Asked not from curiosity,
But animosity.
How did these doctors not bleed
From their believed stigmata,
Surely they bartered with the devil
For their consciences to be destroyed.
Betrayers of their trade,
The Pontius Pilots with their blades
And their ideals of perfection.
Correction of heritage should never be a suggestion,
What sacrilige!
To be hated for your skin, your kin,
Your face, your race,
Your mind.
To be made blind to turn eyes blue.
A hue so common, yet why so desired?
Are we not all wired differently
So why force us into a box?
It shocks us to remember the Reich,
To think bigotry is rife,
Yet we may control our lives,
So why,
Do we not stand up for what is right?

This man slowly marches among men
And they march in single file
He is greeted by his homeland in great cheers
But he is cheered only for what hes defiled
They love him because he bore the mark of their nation
Because he is part of the warriors creed
But as he is cheered by his comrades, he sighs
He is loved for making people bleed
There was ceremony and he was given a medal
for being a hero so brave
And he is applauded and respected but he wondered
Where the medals are for his friends in graves
And as he stood at attention with the men in his division
He tried to look proud and play his part in the charade
And he is pelted with glory and honor for being savage
As he stands in the ranks of the Grim Parade.