The Almsgiver Of Warsaw - Birkenau Gypsy Poem by Mason Maestro

Anicet, German monk in a broken upper bunk
He's the king of alms, or Ani if you wish
He's a Jew, a Polish monk
Now a resident of Birkenau
An in-betweener feeder man

Dish when they miss them
To brothers in arms
And if there's something wrong with this
They don't see the harm
In joining their forces, either side of the bars

Not rivals, not age, not extinction
Or tutors to the youth of distinction
But the strains to the painful of such
They could not make up for distance
Or the distance from Auschwitz

Neither one chastens
To inflicting the harm
The Almsgiver giveth
Yet it breaketh the law
And being too Jewish
The unforgivable flaw