How History Repeats Itself

Sadness manifests itself in the
Ridiculous; the
Terrible events occuring in
Our world.

Starvation, prejudice, hate,
Suffering and pain.
And now, the most frightening of them all;
War.

A War in honour of the
Over-zealous beliefs of
Ignorant minds; narrowed by
Jealousy of difference.

Frightening because of a
Fear of the unknown.
Yet it isn't merely the unknown
But, rather, what is known to happen that
Encourages this Fear.

Last night, I had a nightmare
And in it, quite plainly,
Auschwitz loomed; a
Dark and Desolate place.

I walked through the
Silence. The brutal lights
Trapping me in their glare, the
Electrified fences menacing and intimidating.

I was drawn irresistibly towards the
Death Block, passing as I did, rooms
In which I caught sight of
Nightmarish figures in surgeons' scrubs.

Looking closer, I saw they were
Experimenting. And the silent screams of the
Victims, their faces twisted in pain,
Contorted their bodies.

The gas chambers with peeling paint and
Damp, rank smell appeared suddenly.
The walls looked as if they were stained with
Blood.
I see it now as plainly as if it were yesterday.

But it isn't merely the sight
Of these mortifying rooms;
From Silence, my ears fill with the sound of
Screaming.

Inhuman howls, full of sorrow and
Suffering.
The disease, betrayal, utter despair
Of those still trapped by the memory.

They call out to me, they ask me to help to
Ease their suffering.
And I am powerless to soothe their
Pain.

What can I do?
I sit back, fearing the worst
And I observe on News at Ten
How History Repeats Itself.