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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