I can see you standing there
Every inch of you in gold
Lies, privilege, shame and terror
Spread through you into my world
Every word of yours is holy
Every move - a person lost
All the deeds of yours are only
Another name for Holocaust
Starving, poor and dying masses
Trouble you no more than sheep
You have no care for classes
And your conscience is asleep
I am fighting to stay open
And to keep myself alive
But you'll strike...and all my hopes
Will be buried in a thrice