romantic Concentration Camp poem for Kartik Angara

cruel Nazi Officers
you can name them by
the black smoke
that comes out of their cigarettes
as they wander through the snowed
paths along the concentration camps
they smile to each other
at the sounds of people being gassed
with a pitch black music of genocide
the destruction carries on
yet for a minute or two
each and every shadow af a human
waiting in their queue to be doomed
saw the light
heard the soothing music
of the two souls in love
love will defeat the enemies
love will overcome cruelty
love will tear us apart
in the gas chamber of our lives