Macabre is the light itself
Brown smoke drifts slowly by
There is a child, sitting and crying
Blisters on his Face, his hands
Over him stands the tall, the proud
The man in the jackboot,the devil himself
Gas mask and rifle, ready for war
Seig Heil!, the frenzied mass shouts
Not seeing the creeping tendrils of shadow
Slowly slipping amongst them
Choking them
We are at war, our iron eagle
Watches over us, tomorrow we march over foreign soil
Foreign souls, and our dieing land
Onward! my Ubermensch!
From the podium the madman shouts
Into the untouched corners of the world
More lives to take, More minds to bend
Seig Heil! the child feebly calls
Not knowing what he means
The jackboot smiles
Seig Heil!
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A contest entry
- TASTE THE DARKNESS BIG POINTS WHAAAT by bones7.
2300 points, ended March 21, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An intelligent write on war and its unique brainwashing madness. I like your form and vocab here. The use of repetition of "Seig Heil!" adds to the irony of the piece. Well done.
alby
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wow this was very haunting. I really enjoyed it. I kinda felt like I was there. very impressive.
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I liked it very much
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an interesting take on the subject, fillled with resonances of WWII...your vocabulary did indeed paint a dark story...good job, and good luck in the contest
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