Buchenwald concentration camp, visited 3rd Sept 91
In sullen September travelled I,
where the weary Salle wanders by
Shiller's rich and famous town,
softly skirts Wiemar's green lit forest gown.
This day, the rain was dreary set,
past days the reign was terror set,
whence rose the phoenix of cant hypocracy!
from social new-found democracy!
To taint with blood the virgin snow,
Aryan spitits unleashed did freely flow
with inglorious passion, bereft of God,
made carnage where humane foot once trod;
as death became the fodder of the day,
proud religion, unlamented, swept away
by those in borrowed plumes, furnish
spurious tears and arrant falsehood garnish,
to pleasure rape differing cultures' worth,
in proud pretence, a new cleansed earth
flew with vultures, drunk with low desire,
scorched the sacred earth with wanton fire,
'carte blanche' deeds, fatal hand disperse
heaps of dust that once a coloured universe;
for sadly lies amid this lush forest's shade
mountain of human ashes, religious rites unpaid.
Dull burns the sun in all of its disgrace,
whose pitying sky dons grey its veiled face,
through the reckoning shadows of infamy,
once human dregs, now immortal ghosts of history.
Pray, pray here, soft dew and rain bestow
tears enpugh to make the sweetest roses grow.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
I worked with my son for a period of time in East Germany, my son, jovial by nature, one would here his laughter long before one saw him, we on a rainy Sunday, visited Buchenwald, the ewperience left him mute for three days, alas we of my generation protected our children from the horrors of humanity, sadly the passing years have done little to eradicate the cruelity of war.
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It's a life experience for the 102-year-old veteran that is as sharp in her mind today as it was in front of her face that early morning in England.
"Imagine all of those planes and gliders," Cohen recently recalled. "Loads of them!" She was a U.S. Army private on a train towards her new post when the dark sky erupted with the thunderous roar of motors.
"It was top secret. Nobody knew even aboard ship nobody knew when or where or what. And there were the planes--the sky was filled with planes and gliders. The Normandy invasion we knew that was the beginning of the end of World War II."
The war in Europe would end eleven months later and Cohen would soon return to her adopted home in Southern California. After the war she married a Marine named Ray Cohen, who was a prisoner of war in the Philippines. They spent the subsequent decades, as she does now, helping fellow veterans.
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How rewarding that you were able to record your Father's story and a privilledge to share along with the other articles you kindly submitted, it is a fact, that were it not for the men of our Father's time, we would all be speaking German(asuming we survived). I owe the quality of my life to such sacred souls.
Thank you, Phil.
Thanks for bringing this horror to the forefront of our thoughts, we should never forget events such as the holocaust: A sobering write...
Bill
nice write Requiny,thanks for sharing a bit of your experience ...elo....