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Dec 2019 · 151
The Lion
William Rapp Dec 2019
The cat fierce
Its long claws
Show no fear

The claws pierce
Its teeth maul
Shows no cheer

Night sky comes
The cat sleeps
The Lion
Dec 2019 · 109
Nature
William Rapp Dec 2019
The sun rises high
The mountains reflect its light
Trees taking in air
Dec 2019 · 93
Amazing Mulch
William Rapp Dec 2019
Accidental ‘tis
The essay from school to blame
It’s Amazing Mulch
Dec 2019 · 112
Germany
William Rapp Dec 2019
Growing
Economically sound
Resisting ******
Military intelligence and technology
Ageless Culture
“Never-Ending Story” Producers
Yellow-Red-Black Colors
Dec 2019 · 326
Suffering
William Rapp Dec 2019
Suffering is all I knew,
The soldiers marching through the streets
Each battalion larger than before
Kitty is in danger, along with her kind

A knock on the door knock, knock, knock
My loved ones are in danger,
My feelings alienated
Towards the cruel dictatorship

The door opened with a creak,
My mother hid behind the couch,
My father grabbed the blade,
Sunlight gleaming on its surface



The soldiers step in
I’m behind an overturned table
I hear a bang, two more
A women’s scream, a manly yell

My father and mother were gone.
The soldiers had murdered,
Destroyed the last of my joy
Taken away my pride

I ran away, over to the library
Kitty hid behind the shelf
I was not religious but I still wore the star
I was not the same so they searched for my head





I dyed my hair up to standard,
Put in colored contacts
I went outside and ran away
The soldier catching up to me

“I plead for it to stop,
The tormenting conflict.
I plead for peace,
An end to this hate.

I plead for something new.
I plead for life.
I plead for freedom.
I plead for change.”





My family divided due to death,
I stayed with the locals.
Nearly everyone was religious
In this ethnic neighborhood.

An officer came to my door
And asked for the Jews
Asked whether they were living
In the house next door.

I couldn’t do it,
I couldn’t reveal
To the soldier who waited
For the answer to appear





The survivors of the war,
They destroyed the hate,
I followed their lead,
And pushed away the horror

The memories torture me.
The memories destroy me.
The memories hurt me.
The memories sicken me.

But the liberators came
Their flag red with a sickle
Their big metal beasts
Tearing up the streets.





I risked my life because of this hope,
The hope that my family would survive.
I have lost all of it,
Because of this treachery.

I learned about the Bolsheviks,
How they liberated Russia
How they created the Soviets
And destroyed the Germans.

I did the right thing, I think
But I lost all of my friends
I live now with pain and torture
In Warsaw. Suffering.
Dec 2019 · 227
Deutsch
William Rapp Dec 2019
Deutsch
The language that connects all of us
It’s complex grammar cases difficult
The linguistic struggles cause a big fuss
Rules are held firmly in place by a bolt

Spelling difficulties are not the worst,
As they can be quiet, different, and new
Gosh, this makes me want a good Currywurst
That along with some tasty ethnic brew

Deutsch macht nicht alles einfach, stimmt es so
Aber Deutsch bring uns alle zusammen
Wir haben “Wer? Was? Wann? Warum? Wie? Wo?”
Also ich finde das ich bin verschwa’mn

Maybe it’s for the best, that I don’t learn
For the memories, each does badly burn
Dec 2019 · 156
Color
William Rapp Dec 2019
Love has its color
The sweet tangerines, too
The sun shines brightly
On the trees and grass
The water was reflecting
An agapanthus growing near
A lavender in the clear.
Dec 2019 · 67
Hedgehogs
William Rapp Dec 2019
Some are opened up, others are not so,
With its small legs, running through the forest
Its nose comes out from the body I thought
Its natural care like a nice florist.

The desire to be all alone, and well,
Being itself creates all of my joy
Its cute little face makes me ring my bell
For the child of nature won’t annoy.

We all need them, these cute bundles of love
Their small, round faces will make you see clear,
they are extremely peaceful, like a dove.
But I can’t, it will only be a year...

The children will play with it till it’s gone
I can’t trust even myself with this swan.

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