ERASURE

Auschwitz of appalling atrocities

Barracks crammed with hundreds instead of ten

Concentration camps catastrophic no end

Devoid of rest, starved and shamed

Exterminated with brutality extreme

Flagellated for mistakes trivial

Gas chambers bore witness to shrieks blood-curdling

Holocaust, a worst mass genocide to date

Incinerators burned day and night

Jews, Roma, Sinti wiped out in droves

Killings in gas vans mercilessly because,

Łódź ghetto was getting overcrowded

Macabre massacre of the blameless by

Nazis so sinister, cruel, twisted

Orchestrated by a deranged demon

Poisonous gas was Zyklon-B lethal.

Queued for roll-call, whiplashed if out of line!

Ravaged by identity of race, religion

Swastika crest; Schutzstaffel formidable---

Tortured, scarred, fractured, shattered them

Unforgivable! Unforgettable?--- Never!

Viciousness was abound, ruthless gore

Waltz of death 'twas lunatic, manic

Xenophobic crusaders full of frenzy

Yellow stars marked Jews for humiliation

Zephyr now pauses on this shrine solemn.

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Glossary:

Łódź ghetto:In early February 1940, the Germans established a ghetto in the northeastern section of Łódź. About 160,000 Jews were forced into a small area.

Schutzstaffel: In 1925, Hitler also established the Schutzstaffel, otherwise known as the SS. The SS were initially created as Hitler’s personal bodyguards.

Members of the SS were chosen based on their ‘racial purity’, blind obedience and fanatical loyalty to Hitler.

The SS saw themselves as the ultimate defenders of the ‘Aryan’ race and Nazi ideology. They terrorized and aimed to destroy any person or group that threatened this.

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