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Jan 2016
It was a beautiful day as it started
The sun was up as I departed
I went outside and to my surprise
Stood a man in mid-town with gleaming eyes

Like the wind the man just blew into town
With not a name he made no sound
As we all gazed at the man dressed in black
Nobody said a word of respect for his plaque

He opened his mouth, the man finally spoke
“I am here for the blacks” he said standing next to the oak
I did not say a word for I was not
Turned the other cheek and did not a lot

I turned away relieved and went home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I dare not dwell

I awoke the next morning good as the last
Quickly got on my clothes and went outside fast
Once again to my surprise
The man stood in mid-town with puzzling eyes

We all looked at the man with a deep stare
And asked “why are you back aren’t we the ones you’ve sparred”
“Wasn’t it the blacks that you so heavily eyed?”
“The blacks, oh no, not them,” he replied

“If it wasn’t the blacks than you are here for who?”
To which he replied “none but the Jew”
As he stood next to the wall with a cross to his side
Most were relieved, but several cried


I once again was thankful because I was not
Through the whole ordeal I did, not a lot
As I turned away relieved I went back home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I didn’t dwell

The Chinese he came for the next day
Standing next to the rails where the bodies decay
So it came with each passing day
He blew into town and took more away

With each passing time I stood there because I was not
From all the misery witnessed, I did not a lot
And every day that I went home
I had a smile on my face because I was sparred and I wasn’t alone

Finally one day that I woke up
The world was bleak all around me, while I sipped from my cup
No one in the streets, not a soul there
I stood all alone in the town square

Then the man in black came once again
“There is no one left, for who are you here to obtain”
“You, my humble servant” the man said
“I am no puppet of yours” I answered with my face turning red
“Ahh but, who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your cowards hope” answered he
“And where are the others that might have stood”
“Side by side in the common good”
“Dead” I said amiably
“Murdered” the man corrected me
“First the blacks and then the Jew
I did no more than you let me do”

“With your denial and your false hope
You’ve reduced mankind to nothing but a joke
Enveloped in your own selfishness and greed
You were blinded to your own misdeed”

As the man in black spoke that’s when I knew
That all of his evil, I let him do
And as I felt death’s sweet kiss
I thought to myself that ignorance is bliss

As the world crumbled all around me and turned to ash and debris
I just let it go by, with a nod and an agree
Submerging myself in a fake world of hope
I too late realized that I was the dope

For a long time I was happy because I was not
Turned away from it all not doing a lot
And now with no one to help me, I realized that I’ve always known
Truly now, I am all alone
Roman Pavel
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Roman Pavel  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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