Arbeit Macht Frei

Murmurs and sobs are all
that can be heard over the
screams of terror and pain,
Punctuated by terminal cracks,

Snaps of steel followed by
a deathly silence,
Thick enough to taste,
As the humming fences no longer

register in emaciated ears,
Electric energy runs from
bunk to bunk as the
distant rumbles approach

the camp walls,
Soul survivors of death’s
head, they pray that the
Eagle will swoop soon.

arbeit macht frei dachau

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