And the man who decimated farming to progress his own career
…are now the self-appointed saviours of farming
On today’s pod we discuss how people have lost their damned minds.
Listen on link below…
And the man who decimated farming to progress his own career
…are now the self-appointed saviours of farming
On today’s pod we discuss how people have lost their damned minds.
Listen on link below…
Hilarious to watch him squirm.
In the rooms heaped high with childrens’ clothes, hairbrushes, suitcases with names, I cried
But not so in the chamber where they died
The grey cemented walls held no clues
No personal remains
But all scrubbed bare
In the rooms heaped high with childrens’ clothes, hairbrushes, suitcases with names, I cried
But not so in the chamber where they died
The grey cemented walls held no clues
No personal remains
But all scrubbed bare
There were no temporary huts or corrugated rooves,
Nor ruts between confinement blocks pitted by fear
No makeshift madness born of panic here.
But row by row, the red brick buildings storeys high
Looped and twisted in electric wire
This place was built for generations to come
There were no temporary huts or corrugated rooves,
Nor ruts between confinement blocks pitted by fear
No makeshift madness born of panic here.
But row by row, the red brick buildings storeys high
Looped and twisted in electric wire
This place was built for generations to come
They said it was a place where no birds sung
But there were birds
Somewhere in the trees above
Between the shadows
It was not dead.
Over the gates in iron
Wrought strange determined words
‘Arbeit Macht Frei’
But there only my mind tried to free itself
From this reality
They said it was a place where no birds sung
But there were birds
Somewhere in the trees above
Between the shadows
It was not dead.
Over the gates in iron
Wrought strange determined words
‘Arbeit Macht Frei’
But there only my mind tried to free itself
From this reality