teachers, doctors, lawyers, carpenters
brought to the Lebensraum in the East
to shoot men, women and children too.
Most were not psychopaths
but cogs in a malevolent machine
with the banality of evil shown
as the angels watched with tears dripping down.
They killed with as little compassion as boys
whose feet crunch ants on a summer's day.
Yet these same men would hug their children
and tenderly caress their loving wives.
I wonder if ghosts from these killing fields
haunt in the star-flickering Ukrainian night?
We have not learnt the lessons so that still
much innocent blood continues to spill.