Mannequin’s robotic voice
Whines, cajoles as if by choice;
Long upper lip and hooded eyes,
Vision of Evil Sanitized.
Are your veins filled with warm blood?
Do you have a human mood?
Or, golemlike, do you just give
Shape to Evil, make it live?
Hands that work has never soiled,
Heart, if there, no doubts have roiled.
What deformity of mind
Makes this of our humankind?
We still have a few to cherish
Saved from millions more who perished
When, last time we saw this same
Face of Evil, German named.
If this, Horror’s fresher face,
New minted from Evil’s race
Turns its taciturn, dark glance
Our way, makes us dance its dance,
We’ll recall then all the death,
Flowing blood and cold, stilled breath
Of inconvenient innocents
Cut down by this pestilence.
But time remains now if we will
Stand together, fearful still,
Holding one another’s hands
Until Evil understands
It will have to unmask all
Its own intent, even appall
Those who pretend they cannot see
What twisted souls here live and breathe.
That time is getting closer now,
When naked Evil disavows
All soft facades, its grinning skins-
With courage now, good faith still wins.