Literature
Holocaust
Round up the Jews
To burn in their masses,
Poison them all
With the noxious gases.
Herd in the flock
Like lambs to the slaughter,
Spare non their lives
Not mother, not daughter.
Roll on the production line,
Make no waste.
Cut hair, take glasses,
Process them with haste,
Weave cloth from their braids,
Melt down all the metal.
For an inferior race,
We will not settle.
‘Arbeit Macht Frei’
Works makes you free.
Now they're lining the chambers
With Zyklon B.
No use anymore,
Too old, too weak.
But of their deaths
We do not speak.
For millions were murdered
For one simple reason-
To Hitler it felt
They were comm
