David's Line Poem by Anon. Poet

A hollow people become a burnt offering
By the hand of “Mein Fuhrer”
Persecuted because of their faith,
An inferior race, distinguished by a star
A star that serves as the only light,
In a camp of corruption.
The air polluted with anguish and apprehension;
Agony amasses a people.
Made to strip down to bear flesh,
Publicly degraded in the bitter air that bites
At a skeletal shell of existence.
Starved not only of a decent meal
But of all sense of human dignity;
A once proud people stand powerless,
Defenseless and exposed, waiting…
Six million broken hearts
And six million broken wills.

Raped and degraded, the women treated
As mere objects for Arian pleasure
Men and children slave in the shadowy
Death trap they called “Auschwitz”
Wallets made of Jewish flesh,
A collection of human souvenirs, a menagerie
Of gold fillings, spectacles that had once
Made all too clear the horrors of the camp.
A stench so foul that word cannot describe
Pervades an air of apprehension,
An impending doom wafting above heads
Of men, women, and children alike
United by their faith - and their fate.
A people as an experiment, rats in a lab
Bound by broken wounds, they wait.
Six million broken hearts
And six million broken wills.
“My Yahweh, do not abandon me! ”
The faithful souls silently cry
Whilst lining up, awaiting a “cleansing”
In a claustrophobic shower of cyanide.
A gunman glares down from an upper room
At the descendents of David’s line;
A people destined for the death chamber.
A collection of corpses are removed,
Dumped in a mass trench, denied of their dignity
When the final autumn comes upon them.
The reaper’s wooden wagon takes row upon row,
Contortions of death, a “clean up” of Yahweh’s
Faithful people. A blanket of death is laid in the grave,
The grave of a people hungry for life;
An open grave filled with what remains:
Six million broken hearts
And six million broken wills.

The lies start at the gates, “Abreit Mach Frei”.
Worked, starved, robbed of their rights,
Their freedom, their possessions;
The Jews become but a tangled mass
Of inhuman form, reeking of disease, wounds,
And injustice. Now, many denounce their faith
For the atrocities seem to prove,
There is no God. There is no salvation.
Hope is but lost amidst the spiraling gyre of fear.
Fate closes in as a falcon that breaks loose from
Her master. The magnitude of the damage,
The number of the innocent killed systematically,
For so fickle a cause, so futile a loss.
A burnt offering of a hollow people.
The ultimate sacrifice. A sacrifice of
Six million broken hearts
And six million broken wills.