When the Jews began
to suffocate en masse
on crusts of week old bread
and vans of poison gas
thrust at them by hateful
obtuse Germans
and Lemkin made his rounds
in a new white suit and shoes
to scream to us of horrors
so far beyond
our ken,
Why did their strangled
breathing, those wild human
cries for mercy not reach our
shell shocked ears and minds
in time to make the needed
difference for so many many lives?
The answer is unsettling.
We did not want to care
for those out of sight
past rose colored
glasses nor see the evil
flowering where
the mirror had been
hung askew
in darkened rooms
between a twisted
steep flight
of stairs and walls
thick as death’s
massive whisking
broom.
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