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Showing posts with label scapegoating always requires the scapegoat to not know what it is carrying. Show all posts
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Saturday, 27 January 2024

The Lethal Life

Shot, burned, stabbed,
bludgeoned, gassed
drowned, crushed
and buried alive,
all these were ways that
Jews, Roma, Anarchists,
prostitutes, warm brothers*
and Communists amongst others
were those who died at the hands
of the Nazis in the many concentration camps
that they built in Germany and across Eastern Europe.

Nothing said and done now can return those folk
so they can lead the lives they once expected to have,
but what remembering the way they all died
does achieve is to remind those living now
of how lethal the human indifference to suffering is.

The Soviet Union was one of the Allies,
rather than among the axis powers.
Was this why the West said so little
about the forced labour/death camps
that the Soviet Union kept open,
1945-60, years after the last Nazi camps
were emptied to at best become museums?
Asking now how many lived and died
in the Soviet camps when the Soviets
were usually such good record keepers
is a good question that won't get an answer. 

Go out in peace, and make your peace active.


*the term that German gay men chose
to describe themselves to each other,
it was coined/chosen in Weimar Germany.  


Monday, 29 January 2018

A Late Thought After The Recent Holocaust Memorial Day

Most terror activity is started by gov't despots.
It starts with the harassment of minorities
in the name of the biggest single majority identity.
It continues until all generosity is squeezed out
of small communities and the minority identity.

It continues with the despot-in-chief
grabbing all the media presence they can
whilst doing nothing to ease the tension
they have created, which they then blame
on anyone and everyone but themselves.


Sunday, 22 March 2015

If

an Englishman's home is his castle,
then his place of work is his war zone
and the pub is where life is remade,
nightly, to appear attractively cheap.
Family and home are the places
that can't refuse him, however much
he returns to mire those around him
in all the conflict from the world
that floats around inside him.
Something that for being 'kept'
they learn to deny the existence of.