Pass The Torch, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Don’t let humanity forget the cattle cars
Don’t let them forget the electric fences
Don’t let them forget Mengele’s experiments

Don’t let them forget Anne Frank in hiding
Don’t let them forget her gruesome ending
Don’t let them forget the barking dogs

Don’t let them forget the pits they dug
Don’t let them forget the brutal guards
Don’t let them forget the Broken Glass

Don’t let them forget the ovens sparked
Don’t let them forget the long death march
Don’t let them forget the Warsaw Ghetto

Don’t let them forget the survivor’s scars
Don’t let them forget the monster’s crimes
Don’t let them forget the bodies stacked

Don’t let them forget the stench of death
Don’t let them forget the propaganda of hate
Can become the abyss of future’s fate
(end)

I have to disclaim one caveat. It must be made clear, that while Jews don’t have a concept of a vengeful hell, Conservative Christians and Conservative Muslims do. Not all, but far too many.

Too many far right Evangelicals want Israel to be a nation, not because they care about Israel being round forever, but because their book of Revelation says Israel becoming a nation is the sign of the “end times”. And Islam also has it own final savior who will come down and bring justice to the world before ending the world.

This worship of death, this tribal claims of superiority and us vs them will not help humanity solve the problems we need to solve to survive as a species as long as possible.

The survivors of the Holocaust are growing few, and soon not even the youngest survivors will be around to tell their story. The brutality of how humans can be needlessly cruel to each other. This isn’t a story about just Jews. It is a lesson to history, to future generations, that hate and scapegoating and vilifying and us vs them, when left unchecked and infiltrates politics can lead to the worst cruelty humans can inflict on each other. Please pass the torch down, just like slavery, not to shame younger generations, but to warn them what hate and vilification and scapegoating can do.

Immunity, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Our Constitutional Republic
Never gave absolute rule
To the person in the Oval Office

The founders did not fight
The King of England just
To create another authoritarian

The only reason the former guy
Is making this argument now
Is that he is desperate to somehow

Escape prosecution, falsely playing victim
It isn’t an official act, to incite a mob
To attack the Capital and disrupt

An official legal proceeding, nor is stealing
Nuclear secrets, then turn to obstructing
The government trying to get them back

Dictators want immunity, lack of scrutiny
Despot wannabes will try to cause a mutiny
Desperate to escape accountability

Dick Nixon, also reasoned
“It’s not illegal when the President does it”
But back then his GOP knew it

Knew that he broke the law
Unfortunately today Republicans
Have lost their way, reason has lost it’s call

We must protect the checks on power
Or certainly our experiment, authored by Jefferson
Paine and Washington, will end in a death spiral fall

Unsolicited, By Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

To my fellow poets who come up to me
Those who see only what they want to see
Uninvited try to give me their advice

Then when I tell them not to do that
They falsely accuse me of having a thin skin
They stupidly think that argument will win

It certainly is not up to me what the reader likes
I don’t pretend to fart rainbows every single time
I didn’t ask a penny for your thoughts

I didn’t ask you for a dime. It is also a blatant myth
That every poem must have a meter and a rhyme
The only thing I object to, is unsolicited chime

It is ok not to like a piece of work, or a certain style
But please don’t be a jerk, and spare your phony smile
I am not looking to become a Plath or Poe

I am only looking to be myself, and write about what I know.
If you like a piece of work, I think that’s really great
If you don’t like a piece of work, that is fine as well

But if you were never asked, it is not up to you to tell
Others how to think, or what style they should do
If you think you can do better, you can write poems too.
(end)

I am perfectly fine with advice WHEN someone asks for it. I am not ok with assholes who think they can give unsolicited advice to someone who didn’t ask for it.

Now, I have been writing for 30 years. I will never pretend that all of the thousands of poems I have written are masterpieces. Most of them are not. But occasionally I do get lucky and write a decent one.

I am not interested in being a perfectionist. I am interested in being myself. I cannot force a poem. I can only write what I feel. I do much better IN THE LONG TERM, not by dwelling on each piece of work, trying to make them all perfect. But simply buy never stopping.

I cannot afford to dwell on what every person thinks I should or should not do.

Orange Is The New Brownshirt, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

If you just rid the world of “them”
You know “they” are all to blame
I am the victim, you know my name

I have no shame, I have to claim
That I am suffering all for you
I am your messiah, your dear leader

But in reality, I am just a bottom feeder
Grifter, rapist, insurrectionist bleeder
Con artist, liar, who sells a bible or two

I am for law and order, not exactly in that order
I am for what ever works for me, give me money
I need your campaign donations, to pay my legal bills

I’ll blame it on blacks who kneel in protest
I’ll blame it on Hispanics who want to stay alive
I’ll blame it on LGBTQ who never threatened your lives

I’ll give the old white men, female’s vaginas
I’ll give them power over uteri
I don’t care if women die

I’ll blame it on the press, I’ll do my best
To destroy all the checks on my power
I really only value my name on my tower

It is really all about me, the gullible cannot see
I am using them to save myself, I don’t care
About our Constitution, I am destroying every institution

My words are hollow, but if I get you to follow
I’ll take you to the Abyss, and you will see it as bliss
The serpent’s kiss, I’ll coil and hiss , as you do my bidding

I am a budding, aspiring despot wannabe
My jacket is orange, everyone can see
But that interior lining is building an army

Of Brownshirts.

Porn Star Hero, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Spunking in the room, with her head down low
He had a shroom dick, he didn’t want to show
He heard the chuckle of the star, his pickle did shrink
She spanked him so hard with his own magazine
That one “Har har”, just blew him away
Saw Stormy in his eyes, and the very next day

Got a once loyal lawyer, to pay off an NDA
He knew how to con it, and he knew for sure
That one “har har”, about his tiny hands
Late night comics, would have their chance
Just one “har har”, became endless dick jokes
The orange Cheeto, has no chicken to choke
So he started crying, ain’t never gonna stop
Gonna keep on crying, about his tiny little cock

She’s a porn star hero, got him on trial
She’s a porn star hero,
She’ laughed one “har har” (had shroom in her hands)
Porn star hero(shroom in her hands) didn’t come that night

In hotel with a name, and his ass was really sore
Thought he’d get spanked, just a little bit more
A jury now looks to the past, and that day insane
And her one “har har”, will make his whole life change
Now he’ll keep on choking, he will never stop
Gonna keep on choking, his chicken will never never pop

She’s a porn star hero, got him on trial
She’s a porn star hero, got him on trail
THAT ONE HAR HAR, got him on trail
Porn star hero, gonna spank him in court.

Apathy, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Did you ever wonder how
How we ended up with Birkenau
Apathy, Apathy

Did you ever wonder why
In the chambers they did cry
Apathy, Apathy

It never starts suddenly
Always builds up slowly
Apathy, Apathy

In the guise of patriotism
Demanding blind loyalty
Apathy, Apathy

See all others as your foe
It’s not that far to go
Apathy, apathy

Silent voices, leave no choices
Powers ovens
Apathy, apathy

Executions undisputed
Hate is where all are rooted
Apathy, Apathy

Did you ever wonder how
We ended up with Auschwitz
Apathy, apathy

Never again should we want to see
Treblinka or Dachau’s misery
Never allow such apathy.
(end)

Untermenschen, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

We must not fail to mention
The calls for mass deportation
The calls for industrial extermination
Of the untermenshchen

We must always remember
Those dark days in December
The ashes of winter that fell
The last eyes to be witness

Of that selection process
To the right forced labor
To the left the gates of hell
The chambers of slumber

That took the innocent under
Fewer and fewer around to remember
Those dark days in December
The ashes of winter that fell

Snowflakes of flesh, the stench of death
The coal shoved into the fire
The bodies stacked higher
Humanity has gone insane

Thus be the bane, forgetful of pain
Memories fade, the path is made
For history to repeat once more
South of the boarder, Chicago crime

George Soros, dog whistle time
LGBTQ they consider all slime
The cloudy criminal crimson clime
December brings it’s bell toll chimes

For the chimneys to remain dead
We must all keep in our heads
All of us are the same species
Fight the ashes of December’s hate

Winter does not have to be our fate
Untermenschen there never was
All who breath will always be
Part of our diverse humanity

It is one world that we all share
It is one life that we all live
Death to December
Death to the ashes of winter

Life can be the only winner
Chose love over fear
Hold everyone dear
And make it all clear

We are all in this together.

All Before, All Ahead, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

In the reaches of the past, there was someone who
Walked in the forest, swam in the ocean, just like you
Someone who had fears and doubts, someone who
Had illness bouts, someone who lounged about

On a lazy afternoon. Someone who was late to work
Someone fired a desk clerk. Someone who got a raise
Someone everyone they amazed, Someone who
Always smiled, someone who loved their child

Someone who drove them wild, someone calm
Someone mild. Someone mean did something bad
Someone cried and made them sad. Someone laughed
And made them glad. Someone conned, someone had

Someone rich, never poor, always greedy, wanting more
Someone giving, someone caring, always nice, always sharing
Someone shy, someone daring, someone’s radio always blaring
Someone shouting, someone silent, someone disobedient

Someone compliant. In the reaches of the future, there will be
Someone like you. The future has no choice but to become the past
The past will repeat in the future. Someone is now and the uniqueness
Is you, is something neither past or future will repeat.

So here is the present, try to make it pleasant, as pleasant as you can.
Give someone a hug, maybe cut a rug, don’t be smug, make life your drug. Walk in that forest, swim in that ocean, live in the now, make love your Potion, don’t let it be poisoned, by needless anger and hate.

Do be kind, and try to do good, never mind, if you’re misunderstood
Stay out of trouble, unless the good kind, the kind that helps others
When they’re in a bind. Let go, let go, of grudges and revenge
Those never help anyone in the end.
(end)……

For some fucking reason the submitted final poem isn’t formatting the way I submitted it so some words are capitalized near the end of a sentence and other words I want capitalized at the beginning of a line are not. I cant figure out how to fix it. My apologizes.

The Pit, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Do you want to dump them in a pit
You talk of them as “scourge” quite a bit
Is it your deepest desire, to set them all on fire?

Do you want to march them out in masses
Do you want to erase their history
Do you want them to suffer in misery

You demand they show their papers
You claim you’re only protecting our borders
Your rhetoric is a ghost of horrors

We’ve seen this script before

Do you want to dump them in a pit
Make them dig it themselves
Do you think they deserve all of it

If you claim it’s all for God, do you think it absolves
That piercing hate in your eyes, sold to you
By the dear leader’s lies, immunized to their cries

That they are humans too?

Do you want to dump them in a pit
You call them “abominations” quite a bit
Is it your deepest desire to set them all on fire?

We’ve seen this script before

I can see that man knelt in his suit
Numb stare in his eyes, gun pointed
At his head, right before he dies

You talk of Hispanics, you talk of blacks
You talk of LGBTQ with that meanness
Rancor, vitriol, we’ve seen this script before

Do you want to dump them in a pit
You talk of them like “dirt” quite a bit
Is it your deep desire to set them all on fire?

I say no way, you won’t have your say
They are human’s just like you
You will not repeat that history

Humanity must never again such do.
(end)

I am so fucking sick of the hate aimed at migrants and blacks and LGBTQ. We have seen where that kind of hate and vitriol can lead in human history. We must not let history repeat itself.

This stanza is based on that famous photograph where the “Einsatzgruppen” or “death squads” would force Jews to dig their own pits, then execute them by gunfire.

“I can see that man knelt in his suit
Numb stare in his eyes, gun pointed
At his head, right before he dies “

Based on this famous photograph.