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Nov 2016
Blood Red *******
By, Tommy W.

Man is there
In the night
Sitting and waiting to fight

No good thoughts
Or good times
Just making a plan for the next big crime

Dark and evil
Not very nice
They act as if you’re head lice

You have been found
You hear a bullet **** by
Prepare to die

For your friends and for your family
Now they have come for you
Just because you’re a Jew

The world is unfair
These men are full of disdain
You’ve seen them beat children with a cane

So many taken
Full of hatred and sorrow
You know there will be no tomorrow

The men are closing in
You close your eyes
And think about their network of spies

Why haven’t they been stopped?
Is the world that uncaring?
I see their eyes staring

Their ignorance is killing us
As they watch their television
Full of indecision

By the time help arrived
It was too late
All of us Jews had met our fate

Countries watched from afar
With fear of standing out
Consumed with self doubt

Once they realized what they had done
They could wait no more
The allied powers went to war

Millions killed
The second world war
Blood and gore

The world remembers
The pain and death
Of how many will not take another breath

Yet history repeats itself
More wars are fought
Bodies in the fields rot

Are we naturally good?

(Short pause)

I guess not.
For those of you that are going to tell me there was no television during that time period, it depends on the year of the war you're looking at. Televisions were created in the 40s apparently if I remember correctly. Also, I wasn't aware of this when I made the poem.

When I started writing this poem I originally planned a short maybe funny poem about something. It's interesting to see how poems can swing off to something you never expected. I really like how it turned out and I will be reading it to my group in my Creative Writing class.

Let me know what you guys think!
For those of you who haven't read my poems lately, yes they do revolve around death it seems. I'm not sure why that is.
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Tommy W  U.S.
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