I see the ashen faces, walking towards a place of death
There are no smiles, no songs on their lips
I see this place, in history past;
Where the belief of some is imposed upon others;
The belief that some are less than others.
This place, where millions are killed;
Where a gray zone is made from the ashes of those left behind.
I awake from this nightmare;
The faces still ingrained in my mind.
I awake and think how could men have lived in this world of the past.
A place where a raving lunatic could have millions killed for the sake of convenience.
I drive on through my neighborhood and see a place;
A place that is not so different from history past;
A place with the same ashen faces;
A place where at least half of those who go in never come out again;
What is this place, you may ask?
Where millions have died for the sake of convenience.
The sign does not read Auschwitz
Nor are there furnaces burning.
But the sign reads Planned Parenthood.
And the dumpsters out back are full.
I try to awake from this nightmare.
But I find that it is all still here;
The place where millions more have died;
More than Hitler could have ever dreamed of.
We live in this place.
It’s called America.
Where the ashes of the unborn cover those in “educated” positions;
Those who say we are here by accident;
Those who come up with theories so they can live without God.
But I can see the ashes moving closer to the “church”
THOSE WHO KEEP THEIR MOUTHS SHUT IN THE FACE OF HITLER-ESQUE DOOM.
