Tattoo #69388 By Brian37
December 15, 2019 at 10:27 pm
(This post was last modified: December 15, 2019 at 11:14 pm by Brian37.)
Tattoo #69388 By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter).
Anita knew
What would await
Once she passed through
That genocidal gate
Most would meet
Their horrible fate
Work sets you free
Music her reprieve
The virtuosos
Were targets too
But to survive
They wrote and played music
Amongst the smoke stacks
And Mengele's lab
Songs like "Fantasy"
The musicians wrote down
It could have all died
But Francesco Lotoro
Long after
The Nazis fell
Knew that
It must be saved
The music of
The imprisoned slaves
And he is right
About Wallfisch's plight
Music never dies
In such grim light
It is up to those
To remember the bones
To remember the ashes
And piles of shoes
The mountains of suitcases
Never to be used
The stolen lives
Remembered though music
Anita hinted
About today
Some seem to forget
Their history
And meanwhile
In DC
One ignorant man
Does not see
How easy
It is to treat
Another human
Easy to beat
But as Lotoro
Rightfully says
No matter what
Music wins
(end)
This poem was in inspired by a 60 minutes story about the Musicians and composers who died and survived Auscwitz.
Lifetime Curator Franchesco Lotoro has spent his live digging through archives, family histories, records of the camp to save the music played by the dead and survivors. Anita -Lasker-Wllfisch was a survivor and musician forced to play music at the camp.
The story made me cry, just like thinking about Ann Frank. It is horrifying, but also is a huge example how humans find a way to cope under extreme duress. conditions.
What is truly horrifying about the hypocrisy of the Nazis, is that they actually had a seperate camp where they used Jews as props to film to prove to the world they were treating them well.
Here is the link that inspired me.
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/holocaust-p...019-12-15/
Anita knew
What would await
Once she passed through
That genocidal gate
Most would meet
Their horrible fate
Work sets you free
Music her reprieve
The virtuosos
Were targets too
But to survive
They wrote and played music
Amongst the smoke stacks
And Mengele's lab
Songs like "Fantasy"
The musicians wrote down
It could have all died
But Francesco Lotoro
Long after
The Nazis fell
Knew that
It must be saved
The music of
The imprisoned slaves
And he is right
About Wallfisch's plight
Music never dies
In such grim light
It is up to those
To remember the bones
To remember the ashes
And piles of shoes
The mountains of suitcases
Never to be used
The stolen lives
Remembered though music
Anita hinted
About today
Some seem to forget
Their history
And meanwhile
In DC
One ignorant man
Does not see
How easy
It is to treat
Another human
Easy to beat
But as Lotoro
Rightfully says
No matter what
Music wins
(end)
This poem was in inspired by a 60 minutes story about the Musicians and composers who died and survived Auscwitz.
Lifetime Curator Franchesco Lotoro has spent his live digging through archives, family histories, records of the camp to save the music played by the dead and survivors. Anita -Lasker-Wllfisch was a survivor and musician forced to play music at the camp.
The story made me cry, just like thinking about Ann Frank. It is horrifying, but also is a huge example how humans find a way to cope under extreme duress. conditions.
What is truly horrifying about the hypocrisy of the Nazis, is that they actually had a seperate camp where they used Jews as props to film to prove to the world they were treating them well.
Here is the link that inspired me.
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/holocaust-p...019-12-15/
