So discreet, the deceit is complete.
In the street no one knows how it goes
till it shows, way too late, no debate.
Sealed our fate with a pen and men.
They would come for some in the slum.
Playing dumb, we defend not a friend.
In the end no one's here, shed a tear
to fear, when it's you in view.
Train ride to genocide, go inside,
bodies fried, tombs to share the stinking air,
bones are bare, burnt skin sags in body bags,
soldier gags, guts spill, vultures fill.
A case the human race can't face,
in a place close to war, the whore,
the infected sore on our back we attack
till we crack, giving in to the sin.
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Author Notes
This piece is a small departure from my "normal" (Ha!) style. It was written in a 4-3-3-2 rhyming scheme, making part of the rhyme carry over into the next line. (enjambment.) All rhymes are no more than 3 words each.
I honestly can't say what inspired me to write this. I just sat down, and it came out. I hoped to find some deep meaning for it, but I think it has enough all by itself. May we never forget the horrors of that time, so we may never repeat them.
Thanks everyone.
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