(Peter Austin, Charlotte Cohen)
The Doctor
The doctor who presided at the birth
Wore cap and gown so white, had skin so clean
That, watching him at work, you’d swear you’d seen
A man who held on high his patients’ worth;
He personally supervised the nurse
Who sterilized the instruments, and woe
Betide her if their antiseptic glow
Were speckled; yes, and woe – or even worse –
Betide the churl who swept and mopped the ward
Should leavings meet his eye…. ‘Now, push,’ he urged,
And now those hands, how carefully deterged,
With what precision snipped and tied the cord;
And mark these now: the hark for infant breath,
The slap – so urgent – if he heard it not,
The order, like a muffled pistol shot,
Despatching babe and mother to their death.
Peter Austin
[Dr. Mengele is reported as having
behaved exactly in this fashion.]
Well into World War III
Didn’t anyone see it? Didn’t anyone notice?
Were we looking the other way?
Were we just repeating what they say?
Why did we deny – not decry
each horrendous episode
of demented, ideology-driven aberration
Hell-bent on turning the planet into just that –
A Hell on earth?
Does ‘a religion of peace’ mean
Peace if you acquiesce and obey
Preposterous and nefarious demands?
Why did we heed the need to be so PC?
Constantly alarmed, but liberal and conciliatory
Prolonging our projection into World War III
With only the enemy doing the killing
And the stabbing and beheading
The mowing down, burning alive and hanging
In executing their abhorrent abominations
With continuous horrendous, diabolical atrocities
Why did we pretend that the ramification
Of such heinous acts
Was not a global threat?
Why did we forfeit nationality and rationality
For vicious iniquity?
Why did we not fight it and eradicate it?
What was 9/11 all about then?
Would the aberration of suicide bombings
And barbarically stoning people to death
Be advocated and perpetrated
By any reasoned human being?
The civilised world must now be allied
To offer unified resistance and rid itself
Of wicked, vicious acts of brutal atrocity
By brainwashed savage, maleficent fanatics
And their deluded and defective depravity
Charlotte Cohen
