Revenge - The Gypsy's Curse Poem by Paul Warren

The ice hung from the station building at Dachau camp
The sun struggled to light the scene in the wet and damp
In the distance a steam train whistle blows announcing its arrival
As the SS guards stamp their feet in their cold revival

There are shouts as the Jewish trustees are lined so abrupt
As the train pulls into the station and it is opened up
The cattle truck sliding doors are unlocked and pulled back
And some bodies fall down onto the railway track

There is further shouting as the people are pushed out
With the guards and their dogs bustling the people about
One of the SS officers stands looking at the crowd
With his riding crop hitting his jack boot in a gesture unbowed

The crowd is now divided up into each gender
With the women and children in area to render
Whilst the men stayed and were marched off
And the SS guards laughed and started to scoff

But one of these men in this ground
Stood up proudly and looked at the officers around
An SS officer walked up to him and said
Walk with the others or you will be dead

This man was in gypsy black clothing and a beard
And he stood looking at the officer kind of weird
The officer drew his luger and went up to the man
And the gypsy looked straight in the eye in his plan

He said to the officer loud and quite clear
'The devil will bleed you dry and youur seed will disappear'
So the officer shot him in the forehead then
And the gypsy fell to the ground and death won again

The officer holstered the luger and walked back
Laughing and joking with the others in death's hack
But he was uneasy in what the gypsy said
And he put in back of his mind so he would not dread

So the Death Camp had these people to process and die
Whilst the ovens belched black smoke to the sky
The SS officer returned to his home that night
And sat down to his dinner with his family tight

As they were eating his wife started to choke
And he got up and tried to help her in life's yoke
But his wife died before him and his children's eye
And cried out for the one he loved asking why

From that day on the officer continued to lose
The ones he loved when there seemed no excuse
Apart from his wife his son was run down
As he was on his way to school in the town

His daughter was the only one to survive
Because at the end of the war justice did revive
And he met the hangman's noose for his crimes made
After the Nuremburg trials in a death sentence to be obeyed

But the curse of the gypsy did follow on
With his daughter losing her love in revenge's song
She died from a broken heart after his death
Leaving a son in his grief so bereft

This son and his family continue in death's veil
With deaths for them early in the gypsy's flail
Because you see such a gypsy's curse once read
Can only be removed by the gypsy's family who are dead.

© Paul Warren Poetry