Thursday, May 14, 2015

Two Poems for World War 2

Zyklon B
The ghost that snuffed one million lives
That told one million lies
To the steady beat of the drum

Zyklon B
The silent monster that played like a cat
That preyed on its rats
I heard that is smelled like cheese

Zyklon B
The screams of children were it’s favorite song
All screaming for mom
Like the strings on a violin

Zyklon B
It took their breath
And in return gave them death
Laughing at their cheated screams
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Fear
As the men on the radio cried out for blood, for war
The boy on the carpeted floor looked up and saw fear
It sat among the wrinkles of his mother’s tender face
And slid through the furrowed brow of his father.
Will I have to be a soldier one day?
Fear said it all

The boy watched as with each passing day,
more men left the village
Wives stood at gated entrances,
baby in one hand
a small sad wave in the other
Why must they leave?
Because, said Fear, they had no choice

The boy grew he became a man
But the war had not yet ended
Dressed in his best, his mother watched him
Fear perched from her eyelids
Why must we fight?
Because, said Fear, they have to drink

The man fought on the Eastern Front
In the snow in the cold
He grew numb to sight of blood
That this country demanded so much of
He grew numb to sight of the loss
The bodies that pilled wall to wall
How can I live?
Because, whispered Fear, you have me