Poetic Water- 02

   

     In the long path of human history, we have witnessed and learnt about the very humble beginnings, to the unique urge of humans to innovate, leading to progress and evolution. On the shining and proud pavement of the timeline, there lie some pits. Pits which show humans as the worse for the planet. In those pits, lie pests, who were once known to be lethal. Dirt, the filth of the bad time. And lies some water, water of records, articles, books, literature; Poetic Water...  

    This water reflects the stories of the time of these pits. Some pits, WW1 and 2, Jalianwallah Bagh Massacre, Spanish Flu, The Great Depression etc, have a great amount water in them. The literature describing these periods are infinite! In the swamp of the pit of HOLOCAUST, I would like to add another drop...

    My poem, The Black Smoke, shares true events and instances molded into a story. The story of an innocent, kind, young, energetic, ambitious, pebble in the swamp. The pebble was named Johann. There was nothing wrong about Johann. But alas, he died for the reason which wasn't even in his control, being a JEW. This poem displays a terrible turn of events which reveals the naked truth of the HOLOCAUST and its innocent victims. I apologize from the behalf of the whole humanity for the events which marked the making of a terrible, arbitrary, psycho, dictator/murderer. It is my respect to those 6 million souls, may they all rest in peace...

The Black Smoke

Once, on a moving train

There sat Johann,

An ambitious, smart,

Kind Hearted Man

He and the coaches were off

To where there was promised work,

But Pity! No one did know

At the end, what did lurk…?

During the journey, he viewed

Fields and grasses green,

And at last, a black smoke

Emerged above to be seen.

As the train slowed to destiny,

The train screamed in fright,

The board of the station showed;

A name of a horror to fight.

There stood the helpless ones,

Betrayed by their nation

Strapped to hell as

Auschwitz was their station.

Johann went cold as if

He was mentally lost.

Still- in the trauma

Caused the ghastly Holocaust.

He was saved as he chose left

In the left-right dilemma

The right was burnt in Furnaces

As the left worked under systema.

They worked in unpleasant odours

They slept as a pile of rocks,

He still believed in freedom

To break open the locks.

He tried to do a strike,

To not eat the food,

He gave his best,

For the better good.

He searched and found a way

To trace-out the train track,

This escape might cost him more

Than a 100 whips on his back.

As he tried to escape

A guard was in his fate

He and the others took Johann

To the Furnace to immolate.

He was burnt alive

And became free;

To fly as a black smoke

Which another train did see...

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