You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. (lines 1-5)
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich, (lines 25-27)
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. (lines 31-33)