This poem was written after a rescue trial in 1990. The judge was indifferent to the inalienable right to life or the claims of God upon His creation. “You don’t understand,” he told us. “I’m part of the system.” Must be referring to the “forget God” system. The judge was a black man, but treating unborn people as private property did not trouble him.
THE HOLOCAUST TRAIN
Unalienable rights
Mean nothing to me.
They do not apply
If we say you can die.
We are the masters
Of life and of death.
If we give the signal,
You’ve drawn your last breath.
God is a concept;
You say life is His.
I follow the law
Whatever it is.
If you want to live,
Then respect what we say.
Five men in black
Can lay you away.
No one can stop us.
We’re bigger than all.
We’re ruling you now,
And you’ll answer our call.
Five days or ten,
Two months or six,
You’ll do what we say;
Give them shovels and picks.
It’s no harm at all
To the baby that dies;
It’s perfectly legal
Says the father of lies.
I belong to the system,
Says the man on the bench
While blood rises to heaven
In an ungodly stench.
A man that kills babies
And says I don’t care
Has a future awaiting
In hell’s fiery lair.
Our souls they are clear
Of the blood crying here,
But where is the judge
Who for God had no fear?
The judges are mild,
But their hearts are of stone,
They speak in tones of kindness
While the innocent moan.
Fire up the inferno,
For the holocaust train
Is riding the rails
To the judgment of Cain.
They’ll gather them there,
The robes in a pyre,
To scream in remorse
At hell’s torment fire.
They ruled over God
While judges on earth.
He’ll bring them down
To regret their own birth.
The babies that died
For judicial pride
Will be saved by Him
Who was pierced in the side.
And forever and ever
The smoke will arise
From the judges who served
The father of lies.
- TABLET