The Filching

About a couple of days ago
my arms were full of my works
a collection of the poets condition
then came my malicious teacher
the Bald Headed, Monotonous, Mr Newel
Confiscated them from my person...

"Are these relating to Jews or Judaism?"
My Computer class has no Zionist rythem.
"what about Israel or the Jews?"

Then he stole them from my person
checking all the titles and what was in them
World war one, Angst and Ruse....

Sure I check the paper 'Haaretz' each day
but that's no reason to throw my poetry away
for it was soul and heart that he had really stolen

Like the Germans of ninteen-thirty
stole my wealth and made it murky
that's apart of history repeating itself
instead of Manorahs, Tallis and Siddurs looted
unknowing of the treasures they burned and booted
it would take longer than decades to liberate...
Just as this man made his mistake

Words are heavier than gold and silver
Words are the things that make humanity quiver
Words hustle a million words and one.

I worry of what my words have become...

all the terrible thoughts and memories
from this incident have been freed
each Zionist and Jew is a holder...

Once the spirit has been undone
the inspiration of nationalism will become
for each open theft opens up the empathies
and of course power and malice have its dependencies

All these works, they were my soul
writing them helps make me whole
and robbing them is an act of the devil
sure there shall be karma, but shall be level?