JUST HOW MANY CAREERS WENT UP IN SMOKE

Just how many careers went up in smoke
Before I arrived in that railroad car
Had I been forewarned, if human ash spoke
More than my soul might have survived the char
Though American, you could not hide the Fritz
Or your need to see lesser peoples fry
Your practice you fashioned after Auschwitz
Doomed on arrival, to leave you must die
To boiling blood you still seem worth killing
For such thoughts men die in electric chairs
Pray that Fate proves sufficiently chilling
On that day you stray into my crosshairs
    Nazis they hanged after Nuremberg trials
    One day you too will be tried for your wiles.
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