The Auschwitz Train: by Julianna Rowe

 POEM: The Auschwitz Train

Some are blessed with gifts to make a good life,

But get caught up in messes that cut like a knife.

One bad after another keeps shaving their dreams,

And little by little they fell into life schemes.

It’s hard to climb out of a pit of sand,

And when they do, there’s nowhere to land.

They crawl until they reach the wall,

Then someone shoots them in mid-crawl.

Nowhere to find the kin that has passed,

Hurt by humans, and they were not the last.

The last to drowned or be shot down,

Leaving the little ones nowhere bound.

Put in cages like circus freaks,

With little food and no decent drinks.

What has this piece of land become?

Where the hearts of many have become numb.

So rich men can build big casinos,

While hunger and bullets kill little bambinos.

Greed has crossed our borders

And allowed these ten thousand murders.

We sit in warm baths and many get high,

While mothers watch their children die.
Who will stand on their behalf?

No one can, for fear of “his” wrath.

The golden one who waves his flag,

Does nothing good and merely brags.

While humans die wearing bloody rags.

And he builds prisons to house the poor,

Saying they're criminals so he can pick up more!

The white supremacist who copies 1944.

The Auschwitz train has descended our earth,

Filling more prisons worse than old Leavenworth.

The color of your skin is your only crime,

Or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We pray to be saved from the greed of rich men,

Who kill and destroy while living in sin.

Oh God of the Universe, we call for your aid,

Please rush to help all those you have made.

Our Holy One, how can you watch them die?

I know you are there; it can’t be a lie.

I praise you and thank you, please turn this around.

Turn our world back to its fertile ground.

Amen

By Julianna Rowe