Auschwitz Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

The Kommandant's a decent guy,
I know he wouldn't hurt a fly -
When I asked him if the Jews would die
He shook his head and told his lie,
'The Fuhrer wants his money's worth,
It's not a question of their birth,
If they pull their weight then they will live,
The Germans know how to forgive!
Haven't you heard their happy cry
'Arbeit Macht Frei! Arbeit Macht Frei! '?
Our Leader has a heart of gold,
That's what his followers have been told.
It's a pity that your friend's a Jew,
A slight mistake, in my point of view,
Remember we're the master race
And wipe that frown from off your face! '