"juden" poems
I am eight when we first heard them.
While the sun kisses the treetops,
Mother is in a panic
Screaming for sister
Grabbing her by the collar.
Booming carries from a mile away,
Sweet percussion of a death rattle.
Bitter drums of militant clatter,
numb and hypnotic heartbeat of their boots.
I listen as they turn to my neighborhood.
Mother knows they will come for us.
Goose-steppers divide at their middle seam,
kicking in doors on both sides of the street.
The man at the end wears an enormous hat.
He yells at them,
“Hunde töten die Juden, töten für das Vaterland!”
**** the Jew dogs, **** for the Fatherland)
The same thing every time.
(They take the people who wore sacred stars Two of them kick in our door
On the front of their shirts I tear my star from my shirt,
like me.) throw it to the ground.
They assail our stairs, hand cannons aimed.
screaming at me, louder and louder.
I break,
They laugh.
the big one charges towards me.
I flinch, he laughs louder.
grabbing my hair,
Dragging me into the streets.
My neighbors stand beside me.
Transfixed stone pillars
I, and them
Fear-stricken.
Hollowed eyes,
Robbed of all.
robbed of hope.
I, and my neighbors
put behind a fence.
Slamming behind us,
chains and locks.
Mother yells for me.
She cries,
I hear it.
I try to stay strong
Like father.
Like a soldat.
I look back at the crowd that storms the gate
My town yells,
people cry.
screams become muffled
Stone soldier, I
speak to the hillsides,
to the trees, to the streets, and to mother.
I call out to my world,
"à tout le monde,
à tous mes amis,
je vous aime,
je dois partir.
Ceux-ci sont les derniers mots que
je jamais parlerai.
Et ils vont me libérer.”
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Mein Führer we have failed you
Our countries are losing this war
For many years I disavowed you
For many years I was silent, no more
For I feel your rage, your hate, your compassion
In the speeches you gave I could not find objection
The world hates you Mein Führer even 80 years later
Yet they love Stalin, Juden even as threats grow ever greater
To stand up for you folk, to stand up for Adolf
Even if just standing for support and raising your hand gets you laid off
I will NEVER be silent I will never surrender
I will not give up hope I will never acknowledge their ((legal tender))
For the third position and for the *****
I will fight and fight and fight
For your speeches give me power
Your speeches bring me to tears in this darkest hour
You seemed to care for us, through your words and actions
More than our spineless modern corperations
Deuchland forever you repeat in my head
Better to give my life for the cause even if I turn up dead
I am not evil, I am not violent
but I will be ****** if I ever am silent
For those of you reading ask yourself this simple inquiry
What do you really know of fascist, **** germany?
For when I look upon the fatherland and the ***** I see
A system much better than democracy
Or communism, a fight for your Volk
Not corporate interests and the ever expanding migrant vote
I see a country of principles one that was strong
Countries like that for some are wrong
But for those who have higher aspirations in life
Like nuclear power and manned spaceflight
Mein Führer ist der Übermensch
Wir werden uns erheben und die Untermenche
Der Hagelsieg für unsere Zeit ist wieder da
Unsere weißen Familien werden alle sein da
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Sara and Stephen were of a marked race,
living at the wrong time, and in the wrong place.
When ****** took power, they eased each other’s fears.
“Germany is civilized, It can’t happen here.”
When the Chancellor railed against gypsies and Jews
“ He’s just playing politics” was their commonsense view.
Yet hatred took root; the brown shirts had free run
And the voters had cause to rue what they had done.
****** came for their guns and they meekly complied.
Few then thought to resist the strong onrushing tide.
“The Police will protect us, Sara, my dear.”
“This is Beethoven’s birthplace; it can’t happen here.”
Those were very hard times, the worst we ever saw.
Rich Jews were resented for the furs that they wore.
“They cost us the war, they are traitors, it’s clear.”
“Sara, don’t worry, it can’t happen here.”
The foes of this Chancellor disappeared in the night
And he started to speak of a thousand year *****
He censored the newspapers; both Left and Right.
And glass littered the streets one November night.
With Hindenburg dead, who was there left to stand?
Who had will to resist that warped little man?
Perves wore Triangles, Juden wore stars
Both lost their rights under Germany’s laws.
Sara and Stephen were loaded, like freight,
on a train bound for Dachau by command of the State.”
I’m sure we’ll be freed, Sara, my dear.”
We’re a civilized race, this can’t happen here.”
Stephen worked as a slave but at least stayed alive.
He was freed by the Russians in May, Forty five.
Sara, his wife, had a far crueler fate;
She was sent to the showers by the Nazi’s mandate.
Back in Berlin, Stephen saw with his own eyes
that the “Thousand year ***** was a tissue of lies
First pillaged by brown shirts, then bombed in the war
Stephen thought” This isn’t home anymore.”
Now Stephen is old, living here in the States.
He looks with dismay at these two candidates.
It seems like a nightmare he lived through before.
A crisis is coming and there will be war.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
I hate this confusion
I just need time
My love, we are soul mates but it doesn't mean you're mine
It's complicated and messy
And people feel used
But at least we share an intimacy
That others can't relate to
We stay friends, we get along,
We have a title.. We fight
Why can't we be like the others?
Make love, and call it a night?
A night that turns into a new sunrise,
Where you'll still be mine?
But not in this time, not in this life
When you were drunk, passed out on the floor,
someone told me you'd never be ready for this... For something more
But maybe I'm paranoid?
Maybe I'm the one that has no clue?
Because I think you're talking to me, but you could really be longing for someone new.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
My mind is stuck in this middle ground
it's stuck in a fragment of wasted time
Digestible, but still too big for this tiny heart of mine
They tell me I've got a big heart, bright and warm it is..
but my secret life is my private life and it's not for the public
because I...
never know when I'll do something stupid
I never know when I'll change my mind
if happiness is worth all this confusion,
then I don't want him to be mine
if family is stronger than gold
if blood is always thicker than water
then I don't want to be my next victim,
I don't want to be Love's daughter
Yet I know I'm always going to want him
his style, his smile, it's worth every penny of throwing everything away
His soul and his mind make me crave everything
everything he has..
Yet here I am, just a caged bird,
I sing the only song that only my captor holds
He spoils me, with everything he has
except the rolling green hills and the blue skies that Juden has
And if all this confusion is worth all this pain,
I don't want to be blamed for being the cause of this game
I only want to hear Juden's laughter
even if it means I'm not Love's daughter
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC