His Grandparents were Romany people from his maternal side
In Countries of Eastern Europe they travelled far and wide
But the most basic human right their right to life of them even denied
In Belzec Concentration camp where a million people died.

I never knew my maternal Grandparents with sadness he recall
Due to circumstance of birth and their way of life misfortune them did befall
My gift of music such a marvellous gift to them I feel I owe
In Belzec Concentration Camp they were murdered decades ago.

A tall and handsome man in his early thirties with wavy raven hair
With the marvellous gift of music a great accordion player
In silence we sat and drank our beer as we listened to him play
The beautiful old gipsy tunes from Countries far away.

That all things do come to an end in some cases a lie
In Belzec Concentration camp the gipsy music did not die
But that the gift of music does live on should not come as a surprise
Something that those who commit crimes against humanity seem to fail to realize.

He played at the pub on passing through him I never more may see
But the beauty of his music will live in my memory
His maternal Grandparents who died at Belzec their lives were not in vain
Their music in their Grandchild has come to life again.

Auschwitz-Birkenau, Belzec, Bergen-Belsen,
Buchenwald, Chelmno, Dachau, Dora-Mittebau,
Flossenburg, Gross-Rosen, Janowska, Kaiserwald,
Majdanek, Mauthausen, Natzweller-Struthof,
Neuengamme, Oranienburg, Plaszow, Ravensbruck,
Sachenhausen, Sobibor, Terezin, Treblinka, Westerbork.

There were more than 15,000 of these death camps
spread over ****-occupied Europe. In addition to Jews,
other groups murdered were homosexuals, the physically
and mentally infirm, political and religious dissidents,
Gypsies, communists, socialists, Afro-Germans, Soviet
POWS, intelligentsia, beggars, alchoholics, prostitutes,
freemasons, and trade unionists.

It is estimated that between 15,000,000 to 20,000,000
human beings were murdered by Nazis during the
Holocaust. ****** assumed power in 1933, **** Trump
in 2017.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks

whereas women might tend to "think" along the lines of being unique... men tend to "think" they belong... of old i heard the argument in a school playground: you're unique, just like everybody else... it's an argument whispered by women that later achieves the gravitas of a shout in third person... women strive to be unique: while men strive for belonging... no man wants to be excluded from the possibility of joining a cohesive body of work... from what i found... men do not function on the focus of language that's exclusive... exclusionary language... we're implicit creatures... what is implied is always deserving... of: whatever...

as a ******... the joke runs long alone the alleys
and the labyrinths of time -
call me a ******* Pole... or Paul...
as a ******: there you go... first word you learned
in Polish... ****'s sake: flag on a pole...
polish - the stuff you use to keep dirt off...
and here comes some ******* Nigerian
bothered about an added G to the giggle:
******... oh... i'll say the word...
as an urban slur... whigger, ******, whigger:
some things these days ought to be bigger...
to freak people out... like insects!
whigger? that's why-ite that i didn't eat:
but ate some letters as surds...
what?! gnome: gnostic, it might have a "gamma"
associated with it, but it ought to apostrophe
"riddled": 'nome, 'nostic...
just like the case of psi...
                 you sure you're seeing purple...
when saying the word: PSYCHOLOGY?
isn't it:  sight-ecology?
          oh my my... this English tongue is a *******
buckets & spades... sandpit... a ******* playground!
let's play bulldog! let's play hide & seek...
sigh: -co- -logy (+)
        the sun is still adamant, therefore i put the washing
on...
  anyway... i must say...
being confused for a German is very welcome...
it feeds my vanity of being associated
with the Vandals, the Goths, the Wends...
i like being confused for a German...
which invites me to move further west from
those ******* Russians...
although...
      yeah... a slim "although"...
        it must be said, though... we inherited the best...
and the worst of the Germans...
******? oh... right... the nickname of King John...
lackland... he? no, not him... Philip Augustus
dissolved the Angevin Empire... that's when England
lost possessions of... lands now best associated
to France...
only two groups of people ever sacked Moscow...
the Mongols... and the Polacks...
we once held Kiev... from the Baltic to the Black
Sea...
        but we inherited the best and the worst
of the Germans... we are in the possession
of the concentration camps... Auschwitz...
Sobibor, Treblinca, Belzec...
but... we also own Malbork... the castle of the Teutonic
Knights of Marienburg...

i need to speak some Deutsche...
sorry:
          ich sehen ein gesicht ohne
     ausdruck!
                                 krieg! krieg ohne ende!
jetzt, immer, heute!

what? i'm going to be called a ****... paparazzi
for inquiring into the deutsche-zung(e)?!
am i?
               fine...         so sein es!

let me just follow up on my NVQ module 4...
later... i'll put the washing on the washing line
while capturing the last blink of the sun...
then... i'll iron my shirt... polish my shoes...
and get ready for a shift as Fulfham FC...
shepherding people.