Anthrax

The plans, of a race gone mad
A final solution to pass
All dreams are taken from their lives
No hope for the young all the old realize
He is but a solitary man
Whose prejudice will spread like a flame
Throughout the land
He's enslaving those who will be free
Etching his own name in black,
For all of us to hear and see
A yellow star for those accused
There's no escape once you've been pinned
A relocation only to confuse
And all their propaganda to hide the awful truth
Screams-in the night