Living Skeleton

Thin skinned skeletons with beautiful innocent eyes
Faces of death to weak to quit.
Singled out because of you race, your religion
Called Christ Killers by soulless demoniacs with righteous masks

The impish golems are a part of my dark past because I am German
Long separated from my culture and my people
By a boat and reasons to leave stronger then reasons to stay
And yet I am now and will always be German

I am also one of the so called Christ Killers because I am also a Jew
Buried so deep it is all but forgotten
No hint of the long tradition, family secrets now extinct
And yet the secrets refuse to die much like you.

I view your pictures on the TV. Sanitized for my protection
And yet your eyes bleed through the screen
Making me lithe the German blood flowing through my veins
And my ignorance of my other self, my forgotten self.

How I wish I had known you before your mind was raped
And your humanity taken by the rabid dogs
Masquerading as humans, wolves in sheep’s clothing
Mindless puppets of a possessed madman

Were you always so sad as your eyes declare
Or were there happy times with family and friends
Birthday gifts and giggling secrets whispered in little ears
Or perhaps crushes on the boy next door

I grieve for your lost childhood and for family you no longer have
I grieve that my country did nothing to stop it
I grieve that my Lord had to take the blame
And I grieve at man has fallen so far 

All I can offer is a lame apology for my blood
And a promise to rediscover my other self
To never deny the past but remind the future
And a prayer that it will never happen again