VERBOTEN
The wise ones are drugged
Into submission: alcohol, soma, what you will.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, much like Munch's silent scream,
Degenerate into a constant nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse, Procreation is all.
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor
Krema I at Auschwitz,
Eminently productive,
340 corpses burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei.
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius
Monsters exist
But much more dangerous is the common man
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.
keith jeffries
Mon 9th Mar 2020 23:23
A remarkable and thought provoking poem. When people are convinced of the righteousness of an ideology they seem to be capable of almost anything, similarly so if a propaganda machine can cleverly manipulate people. This draws me to conclude and endorse the final lines of this poem, that in the right circumstances the common man can descend into the most base levels of barbarity.
Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Fuehrer and those words can light the flame of evil
Keith