Treblinka, Michigan Poem by William Coyne

The children of Flint have been poisoned,
brain damaged, facing undeserved death,
to line the pockets of fortunate men,
who decided without a charitable breath
of remorse, or duty's concern.

Their hastily spoken lethal words
laid on innocent children their scourge,
echo sentiments of Treblinka guards
who killed without concern or compassion,
who loaded chambers with choking air.

'Never Again! ' I heard it once said,
'Always Again! ' comes the reply.
'Yes! Break their little bones to make our bread! '
In the Land of the Free, Home of the Brave,
'Coffers need filling! ' so they said.