No Change

How little things have changed, over the years.

You talk about

A new world order

Spreading across

The world.

I hear

The sound

Of soldier jackboots

Hitting the streets

Below.

Bringing order

To chaos

Where none existed

Before.

Banging on doors

As they search

For "deviants"

Of all types.

Liberating

Those oppressed

By tyrannically dictatorships

With more enlightened regimes

To the super powers.

Herding people

Like livestock

Onto cattle cars

Until every single inch

Is overflowing.

Imposing

Their political view

And moral values

Without

A second thought

About consequences

Of their actions.

Arriving

At their final destination

Greeted by

"Arbeit macht frei"

Hanging over

The entrance way.

As sectarian

Civil wars spread

Among the formerly

Oppressed groups

Threatening

All surrounding countries

With possible civil war.

Only freedom is

A gas chamber

Designed for

Mass genocide

In these death camps.

Shuddering

At the thought

How little

We have advanced

In the past 75 years

Since the start

Of World War II.

As the same rhetoric

Is heard

Today

As then.

Author's Note

Historically, the first concentration camps were designed by British and colonial forces, during the Boer War (1899-1902), where the British rounded up Boer women and children, into these barbed wired camps, to break the fighting spirit of the Boers (descendants of Dutch and French protestant settlers). Creating the first death camps, by mismanagement, poor hygienic conditions and lack of food, as over 26,000 women and children were to perish , in these camps.

Reviews

[Lizardo]

A very interesting poem, Very interesting and specially love the 7 stanza
Beautiful poem, very deep

[therisa]

Thank you, Lizardo.

[Matching Socks]

Oh boy, this one is very moving. My grand mother was in a camp in Poland.
The war ended and she survived. But the horrible things...

I wasn't aware of that bit of history. Thank you.

[therisa]

Am sorry, your grandmother had to endure, this particular horror, Ana. Luckily, none of my dad's family faced, a similar situation, in Nazi occupied Nederland. And your welcome, just something people conveniently forget, when they talk, about the usage, of concentration camps.

[Rene Salinas]

Oh, How much do I agree with this writing. Wanted also to get the techinicalities out of the way because it is important to point out how by not using punctuation uniformingly, the writing reads how the reader wants -- in my case very fluid. I liked that aspect, as if, instilling a certain musicality to the writing. That aside the theme, I can only speak from what's aroud me, but we have created so much in the name of the politically correct. Some of which actually have made exactly that, which we were trying to protect more hated, more stereotyped, spreading more ignorance and less enthusiasm from actually knowing what is behind the impulses. This Historical context you gave it gives the reader a good archetype. But you can continue with all the gamma that one may find in society.

To only say :"we have become a more liberal and accepting society" is to play with words.

Thank You.

[therisa]

Thank you, Rene, for your gracious review. You're not the first person, who has told me, my poetry reads like music, to them. Myself, I just write, what feels intuitively right, to me.

[ANTO]

A truly inspiring piece of writing Therisa - its the sign of madness to repeat the same actions and expect a different outcome yet these so-called statesmen just keeping running down that road. Your concern for humankind is a heavy burden to bear - God love you and keep you.

[therisa]

Thank you, Anto, but I wished this was purely fiction and not reality, for millions of people.

[ANTO]

I know you do dear heart - take it easy on yourself - its too much for you

[therisa]

Just venting, Anto. Letting some of my frustration go, in a safe matter.