Jedem Das Seine,
To each his own,
Beyond this gate,
His final home.
Jedem Das Seine,
To find his lot,
Beset with pain,
Consumed by rot.
Jedem Das Seine,
To seek, to hide,
Ensnared in chains,
At reapers side.
Jedem Das Seine,
Endure through mud,
Made thick with rain,
Washed clean by blood.
Jedem Das Seine,
Starvation grasps,
In guts it clips,
Round muscles clasps.
Jedem Das Seine,
Near wire barbed,
Electric death,
And sorrow garbed.
Jedem Das Seine,
The graveyard stone,
Its paving path,
Erased from tome.
Jedem Das Seine,
A chamber waits,
Fingernail walls,
Deceitful grates.
Jedem Das Seine,
And bolted in,
A pellet drops,
The daylights dim.
Jedem Das Seine,
In clawing piles,
With man on man,
Mother on child.
Jedem Das Seine,
In moments end,
A purple mass,
In scarlet blend.
Jedem Das Seine,
In barrels run,
A boarded walk,
In flames succumb.
Jedem Das Seine,
To each his doom,
Upon the pit,
Without a tomb.
Copyright © 2014 by Simon Austin
