Archive for December 4, 2018





Buchenwald Concentration Camp (1979)



walking towards horror,
my seven year old eyes,

were sewn open on that day at Buchenwald.

the reeking stench of death
was by now,
lost to the winds,

and ahead,

stood Buchenwald Concentration Camp.


Never Again!


we have said,
over and over,

and over and over,
but, but,

as Erich Fried* wrote,

it happened,

it is happening now,

and it will go on happening if nothing is done to stop it from ever happening again**


    ____________________

* Erich Fried 1921 – 1988.

http://allpoetry.com/Erich-Fried

** taken from and inspired by Erich Fried’s poem “What Happens”

http://poetrypill.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens.html?m=1

Artwork by Banksy





peace and equality?




when greed poisons our waters, tainting pristine nature,


when jingoism infects our minds, eroding our shared humanity,


when fanaticism corrodes our vision, seeds of division are sown,


when oppression lashes people, hate is nourished,


when prejudice spews vile invective, walls emerge between humanity,


when science is derided by obscurantism, we take a collective step backwards,


when love is bartered, emotions decay,


when flim-flam glitz is coveted, humane sentiments are sold into apathy,


when the pursuit of wealth at any cost is craved, far too many get left by the wayside,


when wars-for-profit are unleashed, killing innocents, the terror of makeshift bombs kill innocents,


when tolerance, not acceptance is preached, crevasses crisscross this common earth,


when far too many are left to scrounge for food, for dignity, the far too few are complicit,


when doctrines of us and them are promulgated, the body of the human race is splintered,


when poverty stalks the night, while slimey ostentation rules the day,


you and i,

him and her,

us all,

are dispassionately wrenched apart,


when clean drinking water is a luxury, while numberless golf courses are irrigated, the parched earth trembles,


when food is dumped to maintain profit margins, while countless stomachs never cease to rumble,



we have all failed each other.



period.




Artwork by Banksy