At corner, inside jars sat cyanide-pills Zyklon B, unused
They came down the chute, above.
I stood in the middle of a bombed-crematorium, now in ruins
Showers, head-shaving rooms, gas-chambers, and furnaces
All testaments to annihilation of six million Jews.
History repeating itself, same hatred, different place
“Send her back” strongman instigated, crowd cheered.
Hey, whom you’re telling to go back?
This country mine as yours
Slaves and Immigrants, blood and sweat built this nation
Heading to self-destruction in slow motion.
In which America am I living in 2019?