Med anledning av Minnesdagen över Förintelsen
27 januari 2006
Dikten Shoah skrevs till förra årets minnesdag i Birmingham
av den engelske poeten Don Barnard
In the beginning was the Word and the word was Jew.
And the word said Other, the word said Them. Not Me, not You.
Then the ploughing of the minds and the sowing of the lies
and the lies said Rapists and the lies said Thieves
and the lies said Evil in disguise.
And the Word was Demonise.
Then the growing of the Weeds.
And the Weeds were Greed.
And the Weeds were Spite and the Weeds were Schadenfreude
and folk passed by on the other side.
And the Word was Bleed.
Then the writing of the Laws.
And the Laws said Jews
are not as other men.
No loving of your neighbour.
No Jews as citizens.
And the Word was Cleanse.
Then the packing into trucks and the tracks led east.
People carried like beasts and harried like beasts
and herded like beasts into pens.
And the Word was Untermensch.
Then the Words became a sentence
and it sent them to their death
by burdening the strong, who earned another breath
before they died,and murdering the rest, who simply died.
And the Word was Genocide.