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stalag 42

"dedicated to Robert a Owen...a soldier who served"

bombing the monster and his minions to
on the side of the right,the just,and the true
bullets hit the bird called B-17...falling fast to earth with a shrieking savage scream

end of the dream for super heroes of the sky...pull the rip cord or surely i'll die
hit the ground with a thud but safe in the mud
devils army closes in like snarling twisted thugs
still alive but taken prisoner to a POW camp

freezing cold in dead of winter the commandant he bakes the bombadeers the whole camp just gasps

their thoughts can't grip the horror and their minds can't grasp the madness
soldiers think of simple times before this storm of sadness
the bright and the shiny is now charred black and blue
leaving pieces of our souls in stalag 42

one year of darkness days...cold confusion...frozen hearts
like insanity intrusions bad beasts they bite and bark
but hark...we hear the distant rumble of planes,trains and tanks
soon the tables will be turned
soon the wicked walk the plank
most to their ultimate demise and ugly doom because nobody escapes from 
stalag 42

liberation comes in red...soviets with sadistic smiles...the slaughter soon begins
cause they've walked a monsters mile

no bullets,bats,or the leader shows his sickle
now swastikas they scream cause they know their time has trickled
one hundred heads chopped off like pickles...blood saturates the stump
brutal nazis meet their maker in that human garbage dump

a lie would be better but it has to be the truth...evil thoughts can't be erased from
stalag 42

years they pass and days go by just like they always do
at the bottom of a bottle is where i live cause i can't trade the bad for the good
like slices of sadism in bloody drowning pools
can i rest in peace forever?far away from stalag 42

RIP paw paw Owen

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  1. Date: 1/6/2011 4:12:00 PM
    Hi Anthony: This poem is quite a testimony to the horror of war. the way you express it in poetic words is amazing. The word stalag is German, I was stationed at Heidelberg and saw 2 of the concentration camps. Thanks 4 reading and commenting on my poem Closing In On Me. Peace 2 YA!!! Sheol

  1. Date: 12/30/2010 5:40:00 PM
    very interesting Anthony, i have to say.. i will ponder on this poem,, and its meaning.. you have to enlighten me,, here... adding to my faves.... hope to hear from you soon,, always a poet friend,..p.d.

  1. Date: 12/29/2010 11:40:00 AM
    Quit a write. I looked for stalag 42 but only list gave 4 C as being in Russia and decided that was the one. Will have to read up more on it. Thanks, Charles

  1. Date: 12/29/2010 9:14:00 AM
    A few words to let you know I have read your poetry today and enjoyed it Anthony. I hope to read many more of your poems in 2011. Wishing you a New Year filled with good health , love, and amazing inspiration. May your writing endeavors become all that you have wished for. HAPPY NEW YEAR. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 12/28/2010 5:09:00 PM
    Nice dedication to Robert owen, a soldier, anthony