Auschwitz or Africa
The line to me is suddenly blurry
Like Nazi draped in swastikas,
Chorusing anti semitic chants around the crackling fire
Haramites lurk behind turbans That hide white and lashless eyes
And souls black as tar ; cold like a desolate hearth
The same devils in swastika
Now lurking behind the turban
In their enclaves on the fringes of the sahara,
that secretive wilderness
Where the interred bones,
And the daily spring of crimson
From freshly felled cadavers
Never germinates.
Like the kristallancht, and the shattered glasses night
Like the concentration camps,and its beleaguered captives
The streets are bereft
The fortunate sleep in shallow graves
And the paths of the returning processions
Are lined by hacked femurs that ran for safety
By dispatched jaws,that murmured eternal pleas
By scattered clavicles, hollowed out by famine
By broken hearts, carved out by spite
Auschwitz or Africa
The line is not discernible.
The star of David is inscribed upon the weak arms
But not the virtue upon the flailing mind
The throne of all wicked designs
Concocted in the halls of Westminster
Concocted by the mengeles' of Africa
The joseph Goebbels
And the bokassas
Whose evils the creator was repented of
And wished he never upon them breathed
Life. (Genesis6:6)
To ever adorn the swastikas
Their khakis, their turbans
In Auschwitz or in Africa.