WHAT'S UP WITH GERMANY? DACHAU 2015

Dachau liberated by US 7th Army, April 29, 1945

Willkommen Blue Badges!

Ahlan Wa Sahlan; Merhaba! 
As Salaam-Aelikum!

Don't you know?
Merkel wants you. Six million or more.

Germans love and admire your chutzpah.
It reminds them of...themselves
In the not-too-distant past.

A mere seventy or so years ago.
When their beloved Fuhrer
Invited the Mufti to tea.
To discuss how to exterminate fellow citizens.
Quickly. Efficiently.

We all know the rest of the story.
How will this one end?

Muslims arrive and seek to thrive.
Germany, not Mecca, is the new Holy Land.
The Promised Land.
Don't you know?
Merkel has told them so. 

Time to make hijra.
The conquest is back on.
Leave your sword.
Just bring the horde.

To Dachau we go.
Winter approaches.
Fire up the ovens.
Time to make bread.

Time to let the Germans compete.
To see who can meet
The needs of the new (e)migrant.
With the blue badge.

Those with the yellow badge couldn't compete.
They were too polite, timid and meek.
Too bright and decent for their own good.

Patriots all. Shipped to fall.
Either in a hail of bullets into a large communal grave.
With no marker; no Star of David.
Or...

Deceived to take showers with their babies.
Excruciating deaths. Of the finest and the decent.
Thrown into ovens to fill the night sky with ash.
The efficient German got rid of his human trash.

Jews who tried to hide found they were all alone.
Neighbors, friends. All. Coveted their home.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
They died. 

Slaughtered in that methodical German style. 
Along with the other badges... 
Christians, gypsies, dissidents, and all the rest.
Some near the Herb Garden 
During the test.

While Germans screamed their "heils."
Heil to Hitler.
Heil to evil.

Got rid of their finest. Got rid of their best. 
Scientists, poets, artists, writers and all the rest.
To make room for the (e)migrant shouting 
Allah Akbar. Allah Akbar.
With his blue badge.

The ghosts of Dachau. Nazi death camp. 
The ghosts of Dachau...
Will they have the last laugh?


ARTICLES:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3392512/How-beautiful-multicultural-cathedral-city-Cologne-gripped-fear-mistrust-MailOnline-reporter-Sara-Malm-visits-city-no-woman-walking-alone.html


http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/sep/19/the-refugees-who-live-at-dachau

http://www.scrapbookpages.com/DachauScrapbook/KZDachau/DachauLife4.html


http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3230670/Housed-notorious-concentration-camp-Refugees-fled-Europe-better-life-living-former-Nazi-barracks-Buchenwald-thousands-slave-labourers-died-subjected-medical-experiments.html

http://www.timesofisrael.com/dachau-building-shelters-refugees-homeless/

http://travelbluebook.com/holocaust-concentration-camps-preserved-sites/

THE IRISH SCHOLAR AND HIS CAT: PANGUR BAN

Pangur Bán" is an Old Irish poem, written around the 9th century at or around Reichenau Abbey. It was written by an Irish monk, and is about his cat, Pangur Bán.

PANGUR BAN

I and Pangur Ban my cat

'Tis a like task we are at:

Hunting mice is his delight,

Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men

'Tis to sit with book and pen;

Pangur bears me no ill will

He too plies his simple skill.


"Tis a merry task to see

At our tasks how glad are we.

When at home we sit and find

Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray

In the hero Pangur's way;

Oftentimes my keen thought set

Takes a meaning in its net.

"Gainst the wall he sets his eye

Full of fierce and sharp and sly;

"Gainst the wall of knowledge I

All my little wisdom try.


When a mouse darts from its den,

O how glad is Pangur then!

O what gladness do I prove

When I solve the doubts I love!


So in peace our task we ply,

Pangur Ban, my cat and I;

In our arts we find our bliss,

I have mine and he has his.

Practice everyday has made

Pangur perfect in his trade;

I get wisdom day and night

Turning darkness into light.