The times of wonder gone
The wise women drugged
Into submission.
 First Peoples neglected
Their land abused.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, like Munch's silent scream,
Degenerate into nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse,
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor.
Krema I at Auschwitz

Eminently productive
340 corpses burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius/

Monsters exist
But much more dangerous are common men
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.