Frau Goebels

Frau Goebbels did you dwell a moment on those
death-camp-hoards
whilst giving poison to your precious wards?

So six to bed … now all are dead:
what sin of race on this fair head?

No more than being born
the child of parents Hell might scorn.

Did you tremble when the phial was sipped,
three seconds then their lives were stripped?

Pain for pain, maim for maim
one life a million to your debit's shame.

A fitting end to send your darlings to the dark ..?
No, these offsprings of the heart deserved a better fate>

Their father's hate might breed derision
a vision of the Jew whose blood .. like dew …

His children too had little choice:
such little deaths the vile rejoice!