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[aid] => mick
[title] => Poison Ivy Grows on the Mass Graves
[time] => 2009-03-23 10:16:26
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[bodytext] => Im on a Holocaust memorial trip to Poland The Trip has been intense Im winding down Losing control of my emotions We're standing at yet another site of a mass grave I put my hand out to touch the plants around me And get stung And thats when I notice it The Irony And I sit down then and there and write: Poison ivy grows on the mass graves Nothing else is living Poisonous leaves sting Guarding the dead Leave me alone! How dare you try touch Try connect to us Where were you the day we died What did you do to stop it We, the dead, have put up a barrier A barrier of poisonous leaves Do not touch us now You have no right. We, the Nazis, planted the ivy Look, Jews, look how pathetic you are How pathetic you still are Still today you can do nothing Nothing to help your people Still today we sting you We poison you With our poison ivy leaves Planted on this mass grave Of your people Go away! You pathetic Jews We know we never managed to get to you But with these leaves That we planted on this grave We, in revenge of your being alive Will sting you here forever and ever. We, the Polish bystanders, planted the ivy We feel no remorse to what happened to your nation, To your people There was nothing we could do to stop it Stop visiting this place, you downtrodden Jews Leave our country! Go out the same way you came in! We have spared you; your lives Only stinging you with the poison leaves We truly don’t want your mournful people Invading our cities and streets live the vermin you are And so, with this poison ivy, we hope to ward you off With their sting Never to visit the grave again Please, leave us, the Polish bystanders, in peace. I, G-d, G-d alone, planted the ivy Nobody, do you hear me, NOBODY is to touch the grave I hang my head in shame at the tragedy that befall My beloved people I hang my head in shame at my creations The monsters I created, You call them Nazis The apathetic masses of humanity I created You call them bystanders I cannot bear to see you crying here Please, leave me alone, so I can mourn What became So I can mourn What my hands molded So I can mourn What I did nothing to stop. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 288 [topic] => 39 [informant] => shaynki2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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