She Cried But She Could Do Nothing Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

There were other terrified children
Wounded - bloodied - brought
To seeing the reality that evil
Is everywhere and that love is
Ephemeral and always in need
Of renewal - and that hate
Can be more lasting than revulsion -
As told by those who insist
The day of individual security is past.

In the chaos of domestic terror
And the fear of foreign infiltration
The conditions are ripening
For making things new by force.
A self-perpetuating war for the future
Where the threat of surprise
Terror, sabotage and assassination
Arises within the masses themselves
Triggering the psychotic and deranged.

If you wish the sympathy of the broad masses,
You must tell them the crudest and most stupid things:
Tell them that liberty consists
Of one in five owning enough guns for every person
Tell them that success is the sole earthly judge
Of what is right and wrong and that
The victor will never be asked if he told the truth -
That human kindness is the expression of stupidity and cowardice -
That life never forgives weaknesses.

Popular support is the first element
Which is necessary for the creation of authority.
But an authority resting on that foundation alone
Is still quite frail, uncertain and vacillating.
Hence everyone who finds himself vested
With an authority that is based only on popular support
Must take measures to improve and consolidate
The foundations of that authority by the creation of force.
If popular support, power, and tradition are united together,
Then the authority based on them may be looked upon as invincible.

But then remember the young people seeking a life
Like 14-year-old Czesława Kwoka, tattoed 26947,
A Polish Catholic girl murdered at Auschswtz-Birkenau
Deported and transported from the Zamość region
To create Lebensraum for the Master Race.
And the photographs taken by Wilhelm Brasse
Who was forced to collaborate in this final solution:
"She was so young and so terrified.
The girl didn't understand why she was there
And she couldn't understand what was being said to her.

… this woman Kapo (a prisoner overseer)
Took a stick and beat her about the face.
The woman was just taking out her anger on the girl.
Such a beautiful young girl, so innocent.
She cried but she could do nothing.
Before the photograph was taken,
The girl dried her tears and the blood from the cut on her lip.
To tell you the truth, I felt as if I was being hit myself
But I couldn't interfere. It would have been fatal for me.
You could never say anything".