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The gates of Hell
by
graydon archer

 
The gates of Hell opened wide.

Six million souls stepped inside.

Beaten. Shot. Starved to death.

The words of God still on their breath.

Screams of anguish. Cries of pain.

Abhorrent laughter of the insane.

Mother's beg. Their babies moan.

They smell charred flesh and smoldering bone.

Cords of bodies in a row.

Frozen corps in the snow.

Gas clouds creep across the floors.

Hinges creek on oven doors.

Idle boxcars sit on tracks.

Inside lie bodies, in gruesome stacks.

The S.S. soldiers earn their pay.

They stoke the furnaces night and day.

To the insidious cruelty

Of a madman's hate.

Six million Jews met there fate.

Remember them! Remember well!

Those souls who entered

The gates of Hell.
--Submitted by kent chapman on 2014-04-02.
Post New Comment:
Hosea Owen:
This poem makes me to remember a documentary of suffering i ones watched.
Posted 04/05/2014 02:03 AM


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