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The Black Wall Why is the wall black? The wall between ten and eleven the final place for those no longer needed. Is it a wall of peace? The wall between torture and evil the last stop for those chosen to die. Is it a wall for wailing? The wall between evil and cruel the end station for those who can cry no more. Is it a wall of salvation? The wall between heaven and hell the halting spot for those who still have hope. Is it a wall of damnation? The wall between hell and heaven the conclusion for those who have lost hope. Why is the wall black? Pipel A man young and blonde delicate features a target for cruelty a puppet for men a toy to use, to abuse. A soldier thick and strong a criminal in society a soldier in uniform a manipulator, user of men, abuser. The death head prominent upon his cap shown to frighten a weapon to use to intimidate. And yet his pipel was too frail, too light to tighten the noose dangling, strangling, slowly dying. The shot crashed like thunder a small crack from his pistol stilling his pipel performing one kindness in his miserable life.
Ashes to the Vistula They had known it as the Wisla a waterway flowing northwards the noble river by their homes bringing nourishment to their crops meandering through fields of wheat bringing relief on summer days. It was called the Vistula when they saw it from the slave train in the far south, west of Krakow a small place named Oswiecim a community now called Auschwitz-Birkenau-Monowitz. There they learned the harsh cruelty of men, of evil beyond belief of such things as red brick houses where the innocents entered and breathed their last precious breaths and died in bleak chambers of gas. It is beside the Vistula their mangled bodies and lost lives were pillaged and plundered and they were tossed like rubbish into ovens to vanish in smoke their memory reduced to ashes. They were taken to the river and dumped to join the current as the Vistula carried north their ashes through fields of wheat pass the farms upon its green banks bringing them home once again.
Nothing to Fear Nothing to fear a pact of friendship non-aggression between two powers poised to squeeze out all life between them. Nothing to fear friendship ended a show of force one strong, one weak poised to erase life before them. Nothing to fear as birds of hell sweep from a fiery sky and dinosaurs of steel belch awesome fire rolling forward. Nothing to fear as a Hun hoard rolls on unstoppably followed by gods of hell as death head squads leave trails of death. Nothing to fear.