To suddenly wake up
Realizing we have lost
The core of our being
Things that made us humane
The values we tend to uphold
Never forget how it began
Not with murdering millions
But with supremacy, hate speech
And persecution
To the point where it took
The worst shape possible
A trail of blood in the mud
Tracks strewn with numbered bodies
Silenced with a single shot
Here is no God
Solely dark streams of ashes
Complete utter despair
Creeping
I feel it creeping
Creeping
Like it is under our skin
Creeping
Still creeping
Like a sickness that destroys us from within
All hope is gone
Tearing the hair off their head
Gold from their mouth
The kids from their womb
They are the living dead
Waiting to move on
Thousands and thousands
Marching to the place where
The sky burns red
This is where it ends
The world is gone
Even though we are still here
There is nothing left for us
No words to express the contempt
No beauty, no significance
It all died
Shivering
In its mother's
Final grasp