The gate with the lie
The place of hell
Where all will die
Whether in body or in mind
It shall claim all who enter
They tried to claim mens souls
The pileage of the great tormentor
The yellow star upon the arm
Until the tattoo ink shall flow
Numbers upon arms of flesh
The masses continue to grow
Decayed flesh that rots in ditches
The Yellow Star still remains
The reminder in times that are kinder
Denial of the truth runs aloof
It tells not of the pains
Destruction of souls in ovens
Shoveled bones in undertones
Silent buildings stand
Where was the killing hand
History tries to remove the scar
Yet remains the Yellow Star!
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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