Baltic Tomb

Survivors of the longest walk, crammed together in a coffin of steel
All escape routes are locked down, no room to sit down, lie or kneel
Force-marched from corpse-farms, victims of a fallacy
Scapegoats of a master race float face down in the Baltic Sea

Open season on cadaverous bodies, guilt pangs in society's womb
cannon fodder for a heinous ruse, buried in the Baltic tomb

Escaping the blaze on Cap Arcona, the grim landmark of catastrophe
Gunned down from air and aboard, struggling in the shallow sea
Reaching dry land, culled by the locals at the imminent end of the war
Decades to come will see mortal remains washed up on the shore

Baltic tomb, a final resting place - the sea bed under brackish floods

Only one last frantic attempt to eradicate with supreme contempt
Riven by hatred, some just wouldn't see the master race's bottomless depravity

A final resting place - the sea bed under brackish floods - Baltic tomb

A wretched death after years of harm, the victims of a perfidious plan
Survived inhuman pain, torture and ordeal – only to perish in blaze or swell