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Will Cowell Mar 2017
War
While stone and flint my habitat
And paintings drawn our laminate
At waters edge by dawn I see
An atavistic human he

In robe and cloth I worship him
Despite my deadly human sin
At waters edge by morn I see
Repentant, somber human he

Through chain and mud my journey bound
A service to the king and crown
At waters edge by noon I see
The strength and will, of human he

Famine, fault and sorrow grows
A blackened drape of illness sows
At waters edge this time I see
A learned, almost human he

Brothers fall on Flanders Field,
That wound, still hurt, will never heal,
At waters edge by late I see
A catastrophic human he

By night we know our time is done,
Our lesson learned, our kingdom come
At waters edge this eve I see
The path of Human History
she walks
focused, undisturbed
empty roads once filled with life
touching the walls of her memory
searching for one more laugh
ignoring one more cry

she remembers
as clear as the sky
a boy blond as the sun
fast as a thousand horses
but couldn’t outrun death
she still wonders why

she hears
echoing in her ears
her father’s peaceful music
the gentleness in his voice
that made her feel at home
when leaving wasn’t a choice

she sees
her mother’s stern, blue eyes
above her big, warm heart
one that in such a world
she needed to hide
to play the part

she reads
from the very first page
words that opened up her eyes
ones that never leave her mind
for they remind her of the brother
she could never leave behind

she hopes
the world doesn’t forget
all that’s written in a book
for all she really wants
is to keep alive the people
she loved while she could
dedicated to and inspired by 'The Book Thief'
Vitorio gash May 2016
Freedom,
It's a big word,
Not everyone has it,
But everyone should,
This day we stand still in holland,
For all the people who've died in ww1 and ww2 and to all the people after that,
I stand still,
Not only for the dutch people who've died,
But for everyone who died in the conditions of war,

R.I.P. Everyone who've fought for our freedom
gray rain Apr 2016
You died for what you thought was right
in a non violent way
you died without a fight
on the day
you tried to right
the political way
you had to write
a paper to say
the message right
but you were caught
and were executed on one February night
and you never saw the day
when they were wrong and you were right
This is based of of the story of sophie scholl. I thought her story was interesting.
-Paradox- Mar 2016
Everyone gather 'round,
and let the story unfold.
Of one man and his army,
that acted when told.
These are the men who sold everything,
to a man with no soul.
Who didn't believe in equality,
with nothing to uphold.

He took the lives of many,
with all but a plastered smirk on his face.
His army behind him blindsided,
all willing to **** in order to reach a higher place.
Somewhere there is cloned perfection,
where everyone fits the mold.
The later realized,
that this idea was completely twofold.

One side satisfied with the way the world was run,
the other too conceited to leave it untouched.
The world is complex, completely so-
with one tweak it's delicate balance is crushed.
Sending Germany's citizens into a frenzy,
the Jews and the biased to be terminated,
to achieve ******'s goal of a perfect world,
without any threats of future enemy.

The other countries disturb the process,
halting the progression of the German empire.
So ****** decides he is to go to war with them,
though they were to clever.
Unable to win,
he knows it is his end.
In time after he is gone,
the world had him condemned.

His army's plan disconnected faces,
unaware of what they've done.
Living in fear they'd be the next one to go,
so they followed him one by one.
They understand now,
why everything was unjust,
and how they could've prevented it,
if only there was one man who they didn't trust.
listen here and listen close
I’ll tell you the story of a musical ghost
Ernst the composer, with a lifelong dream
of becoming a genius, a composition king

he was born on a day
like any other man, i'd say,
into a jewish family
where he studied the melody

a melody that protruded
from pianist hands
throughout the symphonies
from germany to england

He was known far and wide
in a land without pride
as a musical guide
where the ****’s reside

Great misfortune mounted upon
great toils, soiled by a life on the run
this was his fate, to be cast out, and away
like a broken, old picture frame

and upon a new dawn
to the westward and on
he sought to find a home
when there was nowhere to roam.

He packed up his bags
as he had little more than rags
to flee to the free
and away...from the **** regime

and made it to america…

so soon sorry
for he faintly did fair
the world was weary
yet his book he still shared

and he passed on his knowledge
of his music, sublime
his artistic ability
to tame tone and time

and from the day he was born
to the day he passed on
we’ll remember those teachings
and those beautiful songs

1887 to 1964
ernst we still remember you
and all that you lived for
Poem about Ernst Toch, a composer during world war 2
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