WW2
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WARNING: this one is inspired by stories from victims of WW2 and the Holocaust, so it's a little gory.
We know freedom
Like the cockroach knows freedom:
Raw, trembling freedom.
Like some damp and mossy Tokyo stomping monster
He comes from and returns to the sea
The model cities of lies and paranoia
Reconstructed (always) in time for the next rising.
Nordhaus byway of Zoo Station
Hitler, I'd like to meet
and to him I will greet
Why do you hate the Jewish fleet
Their bare feet march down the narrow street
As Rabbis wonder if their maker is who they are going to meet
Moonlight streaked
Through the rocket smoke
Like blood rinsed through
A butcher shop drain.
And just like that
They silence the disposable
For we are merely a resource for warmongers.
All around
March of the Blitzkrieg
By A.R.T
Cannons fire
And our situation is dire
Our men suffer from fatigue
We are falling to the blitzkrieg
You called yourself my neighbor.
Your children played with mine.
We laughed and cried together.
It seemed like you were there when we had no time
But yet, when the demons came marching,
Naked skeletons. Hollow eyes. Gnarled joints. All in line for “shower” time.
I was just following orders.
Branded like cattle. In line like sheep for slaughter. Already dead.
A desolate place you see,
full of death, blood, terror.
The ash and dust everywhere
on wide-eyed childrens faces,
on the cracked windows of a building once strong,
I'd like to have a moment Sir
Up here so close to You
To talk about the things I've done
and the things I've yet to do
At times I've left formation
To peel off and slip away
Her lips are red
Her smile is soft
Around the room a menthol waft
Her heart my place to build a toft
Charcoal swirling on the page
In the attic of rigid wood
I sit denied any motion,
We were forced here, as no one should
We’re waiting without any notion.
I remember when
the shots filled up the night.
Now looking in your eyes
it was like the fading light.
The snow was cold,
yet we trudged on.
Death came to claim the old,
