Seventy years ago Hell’s furnaces were extinguished
Auschwitz’s cold iron gates flew open forever
Only a museum and dark memories remain
Where once stood a human battery farm
Evil’s corporeal form was destroyed
But its malevolent spirit hibernated, awaiting rebirth
To find new minds to poison with its Weltanschauung
New hands to hold its banners and carry out its pogroms
The liberating nation’s current leader isn’t invited
But the architect of a modern Pogrom attends
He condemns past atrocities in one land
Whilst ordering new ones next door
History is fed through a kaleidoscope
To be rewritten in the ruling classes’ image
Work brings freedom; war brings peace
The IMF provides a loan to fund the extermination in the East
The army of conscripts – young, poor and compelled
Are the raw material for imperialism’s fight
The determined oligarchs spend millions on war
A Zagratotirad pushes Ukraine’s youth to die
Bandera’s spirit is reborn within his grandchildren
Torchlit parades and SS symbols reappear after 70 years
“Ukraine Ã¼ber Alles!” is their rallying cry
They orgasm at the thought of another Odessa massacre
The extermination goes not to plan
The spirit of 1941 awakes after decades dormant
The essence of Stalingrad and Sobibor reborn
To face the dark forces of reaction
The hero cities of Donetsk and Lugansk
Prove their resolve against the invader
National independence sold for a cookie
Nuremberg’s ghosts came to Maidan Nezalezhnosti
“The nation must be strong and pure”.
How easily millions march to the same war trumpet?
Against an enemy that refuses to invade
Money, media and racial malice mixed in the Devil’s cauldron.
The ‘Chocolate King’s’ power is melting away
Imperialism picks its pawns one day, discarding them the next
When all is said and done – what now Ukraine?
Are you freer today than a year ago?
Perhaps a new Maidan to cleanse with more blood
The slaughter and autocracy that followed the previous one.
The Ministry of Truth declares “4000 Russians killed so far”
As Mariupol’s suburbs await liberation
When Western money and Eastern gas cease to flow
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This post was written by Tomasz Pierscionek