Bergen
Thoughts in anguished minds were bleeding,
a kerosene lamp illuminated the burden;
darkened were the few flowers of Bergen,
like the unfit hopes of defective pleading.
She was a prisoner behind labor camp walls
where innocence was defeated by horror,
human values were punished by an evil juror,
with blind thirst to obliterate weak thralls.
Darkened was the plaintive scene of death
a mortal's funeral was his devoid salvation,
heavenly and unreal pastures of negation,
each visioned, with feverish mental health.
She appeared above Bergen's hellish dome,
of frau Wahnsinn, amidst cold grayness;
sorrow suffocated breaths as the emptiness,
crushed on our chests like a stone tomb.
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Above the crematories flies my sable soul,
with my elegiac wings I 'll offer freedom,
to souls beloved of flowers and birthdom,
in Bergen concentration of purgatory mold.
Above the crematories flies her innocence;
pansies grow tentative in cement cracks,
while death shameless leads souls on tracks,
where eternal funerals mournful commence.
With odd wings of lead I shall reciprocate.
his baleful trip as he misled you yesterday,
above the crematory smog flies your birthday,
With pansies of gray mold we 'll celebrate.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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