world war 2
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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.
I saw a time before this
Sometime before we left
With a warm fuzzy feeling inside all of them
I saw an aggregation coming together as time just froze for us
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
I hold the gun in my handsits pointed towards innocenceI can't control my thoughtswhen and why did it come to this?
Something has claimed my skin as it's own,
Engraved their thoughts into my bones,
A walking corpse with intentions uncertain,
My mind stays closed, while my eyes are wide open.
You played for me
My tiny pigtails bounced to the harmonica
You gave me my love for music
Leathery hands move gracefully
Playing it all by ear
And I danced
Can you hear me?
