AUSCHWITZ IN SPRING

AUSCHWITZ IN SPRING
Whatever happened to dreamland
Where the beautiful ones were brought to life
Where the witty ones emerged from

Whatever happened to dreamland
It used to be a warm space
It used to be a case of harmony

Whatever happened to dreamland

It used to be where roses bloomed
It used to be where seedlings sprang forth
It used to be a lushie garden at spring

Whatever happened to dreamland
It used to be a woollen sweeter at winter

Whatever happened to dreamland
Where you and I originated from
A place we cherished so much

Whatever happened to dreamland
The first cradle she had
The first home he had

Whatever happened to dreamland
The place where miracles happened
And where the wishes of mothers came true.

This is what happened to dreamland
It became Auschwitz
It became a place where the beautiful ones became frightened of
It was no more the place for the witty

This is what happened to dreamland
It became a cold dark spot
It became a place with no harmony but cries of the innocent

This is what happened to dreamland
It became a place where roses withered before they ever bloomed
It became a bitter winter for seedlings
It became a tundra even in spring

This is what happened to dreamland
It became a torn woollen sweater at winter
A sweater that couldn’t insulate the coldness of the world

This is what happened to dreamland
It became where you and I became uncertain of the new ones
It became a place where not everyone might cherish

This is what happened to dreamland
It became her sarcophagus
It became his home of destruction

This is what happened to dreamland
It became where miracles were scared away
And where the wishes of some mothers might not come true

This is what happened to dreamland
Strength was lost to hold the fruits.
Rainforest turned desert
Moses’ basket turned to a living sarcophagus
Cradle turned coffin
Carcass for vultures of the labs, scientific vultures
Slaughterhouse of the innocent babies, condemned to death before life by the misdeeds of their fathers and mothers.
Fathers and mothers by accident
Parents not by will but by lust
Parents lost in lust
Parents who enjoyed the lust but didn’t honour the consequences of their acts.
Parents who refused to digest the ugly side of the stolen mangoes.

It became a place of no single option
It became a place of double options
It was meant to mean life onlyIMG_20150327_122117
But now it means life or death
A skull case
It became Auschwitz
SAY NO TO ABORTION

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