Today I write my last laboured lines
for tomorrow the mortal make-up of merit
is forced into the inferno set a-spark by he who blinds
- for he wants none of us here to breed or even inherit.
First he used those already blinded like a puppet master
To shatter the glass and to spill the blood inside oneself
then he oversaw the common children like a headmaster
until not even the brightest diamond could make one see them self.
Lying here in a collapsed cot
coughing because of the cost of air
for he who is a savage sinful sot
has stripped us to flaking skin and bones bare.
Silence prayers while worked eternal
pure-less prayers while being beaten
cruelty from the camps colonel
whose smile with sugar couldn't be sweetened
Into the sinful shambles of a shower
Stripped of raging rags called clothes
Every dog has his day; Every man his hour;
In something goes and then for I and us all it is the close.
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