Arbeit Macht Frei Poem by Amanda Jackson
Arbeit Macht Frei
Those words which rested high atop the iron bars
Were said to exhibit hope.
Those words pounded into scalding metal
Embodied terror upon approach.
Those words were a death wager
With its pieces now in play.
Those words in you stirred fear
‘Til your lifeless body merged with miry clay.
Arbeit Macht Frei.
Those words were a lie.
I can't imagine being forced into believing that this phrase was true... This is an amazing piece.
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I would like to translate this poem
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11/1/2025 4:34:39 AM # 1.0.0
I am somewhat partial to the concept, I must admit. However, the flow is noteworthy and delivered superbly. Commendations.