No Tears Left. Poem by guy lipmore

The Soviet Red army,
Witness scenes of inhumanity.
Imprinted in their conscience,
As they enter a ‘hole’ in the fence,
Met by eyes, sunken and sullen,
Revealing souls that were stolen.
No joyous freedom cries.
Indifference in their eyes.
No feelings of elation at all,
Humans lying around, others ready to fall.
Many dead, many ready to die.
Their eyes were all cried out and dry.
Far away stares and faces gaunt
Bodies of skin and bones, looks that haunt,
Starved in to a ’living death’ fragile, weak,
Lifeless but alive, some unable to speak.
Emotionally they were dead,
Silent voices in each head.
From the torture and neglect,
They had no tears left.

The Nazis had long fled,
Leaving their ‘living dead.’
Unspeakable and unimaginable acts,
Perpetrators tried to cover their tracks.
Records were burnt and destroyed,
Explosives on the ‘ovens’ was employed.

Survivors gave harrowing testimonies,
Details of faces conducting atrocities.
Those same faces that gave orders to kill,
Standing trial, showing no remorse still.
Only cockiness, sheer arrogance,
Words and attitudes of defiance.
They got their comeuppances,
Guilty verdicts and death sentences.
Maybe some justice or consolation,
For survivors who endured the camps of concentration.