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The Relentless 
I know, do not remind me, but today I saw my father
On TV, he is 110 and can dance salsa, so if I´m like him
I have years of gymnastic prowess  
I rang the TV channel asked for my dad´s address, they
didn’t tell me against policy....ok. 

I´m tenacious like the Wiesenthal centre pursuing war 
criminals to their grave and spitting on it, because their
ideology to the pursue of old crimes have no limitation
nor forgiveness, but my father wasn´t there, his voice 
was ensnaring  women

A, this centre of vengeance has a duty to follow the old
Nazis to the point of ridiculousness, the lowliest guard 
at a concentration camp will do an old face in the papers.
Alas the money well is drying out even evil Nazis have to 
die and get a Christian burial.

And one wonders if a new law is being made that gives
the right of the survivors to follow and righteously 
demand that the grandchildren of the wronged should
benefit too we remember the pain because a corny eye
 demands  ritual repentance.

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