Conscience-seared, before the heat,
White lab coat men treat Jews like meat.
And upon the smokestack, lips attached,
Is Molech drinking human ash.
I wrote this poem after studying the history of Nazi Germany, trying to come to grips with the horror human beings can inflict on one another. There are times in history when an entire culture can be so overcome by blindness, even its intelligent and educated, that it reduces people to the level of meat.