Wannsee Poem by gary polonsky

January 20th of '42,
A mother was birthing the newest Jew,
While ‎across the ocean, by a crystaline lake,
Met 15 Nazis for the singular sake
Of deciding the fate of human pollution
As they saw it and called it. The Final Solution.
The meeting went smoothly,90 minutes in length,
Unanimous thinking, such was their "strength".
What followed is known, destiny called,
From Auschwitz to Dachau to Buchenwald,
6 million souls,6 million strong,
Being cousins of Jesus is where they went wrong.
‎What makes me write this under this Tree?
You guessed it - that baby was little old me.


Written at Courtice, Ontario - 8th July 2020.