Those words which rested high atop the iron bars
Were said to exhibit hope.
Those words pounded into scalding metal
Embodied terror upon approach.
Those words were a death wager
With its pieces now in play.
Those words in you stirred fear
‘Til your lifeless body merged with miry clay.
Arbeit Macht Frei.
Those words were a lie.
I can't imagine being forced into believing that this phrase was true... This is an amazing piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am somewhat partial to the concept, I must admit. However, the flow is noteworthy and delivered superbly. Commendations.