Ken talks of a haunted place, murder, violence, ghosts and eerie silence, exclusively for Different Truths.

The trees are now bare, barren are the miles of
barbed wire and now dead electrified fences which
surround this horrific place as the empty guard
towers echo a silence of final rest.
The straight train tracks lead to the entrance
where tall iron gates shock the senses and psyche.

Acres contain red brick buildings, once wood
housing entire families, but now only ghosts walk.
Some buildings have huge tall chimneys with
white signs saying ‘crematorium’ in block letters.
Will memories of those murdered ever go away;
as smoke from the tall stacks drifted in the wind?

The murders, the torture, the punishments. All
for what purpose? Please answer that simple
question. Why did this happen here, in this town,
in this horrendous place known as Auschwitz.
As minds roamed jungles of chilling depravity
you can still hear the hate and pillory speak
through damnations curtains, reality and truth.

What’s the true meaning of life as we know it.
Eyes sparkle in those who despise it so as to
steal it away from families, friends or the world.
The migration has now slowed in the tidal ebb
as Charron plied the oar down the river styx,
while walls of creation climbing forever taller.

The bricks of shit once laid in columns of two.
The language of today will be spoken tomorrow
and children will sit in puddles by the brickyard.
The call was to live a good life, grow old and die.
Today’s manifesto is to get a weapon and kill, kill.
quickly, before a sniper in a gilly suit puts you down.
The government cries out to ban all the guns; yet
it’s known that bans or rules are made to be broken.

The trees are bare, smoke is gone, spirits wander.

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