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Herr Hitler led the Nazis
To kill six million Jews.
Ukraine was starved by Stalin;
The Times left out that news. 

And Mao? Forty million.
And Leopold just ten.
And Tojo’s tiny numbers
Of five are really thin. 

Gas chambers and the Gulag,
The farms raped of their yields,
Were killing rooms for devils
Like Pol Pot’s killing fields. 

More than did all the monsters
Kill in their bloody quests
Have we in America
Killed while still in their nests. 

Our count? Now sixty million.
And what’s our killing room?
We kill them in their nurs’ry:
We kill them in the womb.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.




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……The War Gave Birth To War

The World War that we sadly now call One
Began with glee from those quite innocent,
The very ones that old men who are done
Send forth as babes to bear the bloody brunt.

The war was grand; it was a glorious thing
For men as knights to go forth and be bold.
And then, great honor due, the praise would ring,
Adorning men like jewels and precious gold.

The tempting siren, Glory, thus deceived,
And millions died, their final whispered cry,
And that of those who were of them bereaved,
Was agonized, a wailing “Why? Oh, WHY?

And when a devil like a hateful horn
Rose out of that same reddened battleground,
Because of sanguine weight of war still borne,
They shuddered at the sudden saber sound.

The Great War was a wound within the mind –
A generation’s blood was yet to dry;
The hearts still grieved; the teeth would sometimes grind –
France and Great Britain, bitten, both were shy.

They ran away from war in full retreat:
Versailles, a cracker broken into crumbs.
At Munich, pen gave land as if defeat,
And Chamberlain declared, “We’ve stilled the drums.”

But Hitler swallowed Poland in a bite
And France was like a feather swept away.
The nations backed from war into the night,
And backed so far, they backed into its day.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Railway To Freedom

The cattle were loaded and only could stand
While carried about through the dark hateful land
In trains that were crowded with all they could bear
And rolled on for hours, or days of despair.

In freezing or swelter, the cars were closed tight,
No caring if anguish or death was their plight.
No food (sometimes water), no news of ahead,
The cattle were counted as already dead.

If cortege was lengthy, an eighteen day trip,
The train stopped at nowhere and let corpses slip;
And sometimes the whole of a boxcar was thrown
Out onto the meadow, cold, hard as a stone.

We wonder that cattle, mere cattle, weren’t seen
As creatures that suffer; but hearts were so lean,
Humanity lacked in the handlers themselves,
The cattle more human than dark Santa’s elves.

Their lowing internal, the moan of despair,
Was halted by slowing; brakes’ screams filled the air.
And then there was silence, dead silence, dead pause,
And cattle all wondered what was this death’s cause.

A soldier (a Nazi) in charge of the train
Flung open the doors so he then could explain:
“Get out of the boxcars, for here ends your pains.
We’ll show you your chambers, much better than trains.

“The tracks and the train will go on by design;
For all of you Jews – it’s the end of the line.”
This stop is at Auschwitz; here, work makes you free,
The work that we Nazis will do carefully.


***The sign over the entrance to Auschwitz read,
….. “Work Makes You Free”.

***1.1 to 4.1 million people died there.


The photo, by Alex Bruda, is a photo of the railway
and the death camp.



© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Sonnet 26 – The Truly Wicked One

We recognize some monsters that are men
By quantity of their iniquity –
A Hitler or a rabid Ted’s foul den:
Mass murdering or serial – beast be.

And, too we deem a devil by degree –
‘Tis worse, somehow, to kill a child than man;
Dismemberment – our senses seem to see
In category of a madman’s clan.

But one can turn a screw and pain by inch;
Abuser, nag, can carve in tiny chops;
A word or act can cause a heart to wrench;
An overwhelming flood is fed by drops.

Not huge all things that hurt men and estrange
But truly wicked sees and does not change.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.



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