Zyklon B, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Chugging down the track, they’ won’t come back
Zyklon B, “Arbeit Macht Frei, Work Sets You Free”
Barracks blanketless, torture blocks , execution walls
Screaming down the halls, the crematorium calls

Clickity clack, the luggage stacked, tossed aside
Marked with their names, and whence they came
Their shoes as well, a mountain swell, fate befell
Barking Shepherds, shouting guards, line them up

In the muddy yards, shuffling out of boxcars
Tattooed numbers, become their lifetime scars
Shaved heads, slave labor, for the lucky ones
For the elderly, children, sickly, they were done

Zyklon B, “Arbeit Macht Frei”, it can never be
Repeated, ever again, in our history
We must always, and forever see
We are the same species, all part of humanity

Soon the last victims will see their final night
But all the world’s children , must keep their fire bright
That iron slogan over that gate, the propaganda of hate
We must not take the bait, and let it become our fate

The ghosts are rising to haunt, and taunt and scare
They want to reconstruct that horrible nightmare
They want you to fear, the authoritarian rule
They have learned the evils of that vicious tool

Chugging down the track, we won’t come back
We will not survive, if we don’t keep this alive
For decency to survive, for dignity to be the norm
We must quell the storm, we must be a swarm

Of bullhorns, loud enough to be heard
For generations to come, remember
The chemicals that killed them, that will kill
The chemical of scapegoating, vilifying

The toxic lexicon, masked as patriotism
Nationalism, wrapped in a flag, and holy book
Take a look, what one man did, 6 million dead
And all he said, was, “I alone can save you.”