Death March

I’ve seen the dull eyed death camp march

Where worlds have gone insane

I’ve seen the gulags torture chests

When human aren’t humane

I’ve seen the gruesome slaughter house

Where piglets squeal in vain

I’ve seen the piles of burning flesh

Where infants all were slain

I’ve seen the ovens burning bright

And piles of what remained

I’ve seen the mounds of rotting youth

Where slaves their debt did pay

I’ve seen the striped pants hanging loose

With goose stepped monsters pride

I’ve seen the bodies hanging limp

On barbs of voltage High

I’ve seen young boys a swinging high

Their broken necks in ropes are tied

I’ve seen soft white Treblinka whore’s

Of age no more than twelve

I’ve seen her spread by greasy grubs

Who deep inside do spill

I’ve seen what’s left aft years have passed

When death has found them done

I’ve seen the hole emerge from camp

Where once was joy and hope

I’ve seen the hate in black folks eyes

Accepting, birthing, homegrown lies

I’ve seen the way some blame the world

For all that they’ve not done

I’ve seen the ones who never work

Complain so endlessly

Of all the things that aren’t for free

Driving band new SUV’s

I’ve seen them all on Sunday morn

Scream and holler Christ

When first come light on Monday’ morn

They murder with their eyes

I’ve seen the Christians march in time

Where blades of steel do slice

Where heads of saints yet roll in dust

While church folk stand and wave

I’ve seen the lies and know the truth of all your hidden hate

And know the day will finally come when Hell doth call you late

I’ve seen the hate and death and wrong that Muslims let prevail

I’ll see the day when all of these, to Christ shall have to say

It wasn’t me, I had no choice, Obama said ok

(C)2011 Wayne Wilks