Auschwitz

The guns on the
streets
the military
I feel their hands
around my throat
I feel them
on me

Auschwitz is opening

Reminds me of the times
I worried about yellow
stars
and riveted bars
where people end up
who don’t serve the party
who don’t want to be

Auschwitz is opening

Will it come to the
conclusion where
you can’t go out
will it come to the
conclusion where
you wear yellow stars
shine bright

If history repeats
itself
Silence is approaching
shootings from
the dwelf
and blood on the
water
unfolding

Auschwitz is opening