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Dandelions grow at
Dachau,
Peeking out from
slatted stoops and hidden crevices where bleeding saffron stars
shed seed to grow sure proof of sin.
Bright yellow tufts
spring forth, persisting in their proof of shame while
penitent Aryan grounds-keepers daily sweep away the past.
No detritus of the
subjugated horde remains, and wasted cigarette butts and gum
wrappers are routinely sent to politically
correct incinerators to waft a tame trace of penitent
visitors.
Impudent yellow
bloomed weeds wrap their golden blooms in
buds, shrinking away from the grandchildren of
the first garbage burners, to escape a little longer and
defiantly bloom as tributes to the fallen and trampled
flowers that came before.
Living memorials
profane the sunny blue skies, where Millions of Jews were
brutalized.
Dandelions still grow
at Dachau, flourishing proof that man cannot eliminate what
God has chosen to reflect and echo his glory.
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