Confession of a Madman
In ninety thirty nine
German tanks rolled over my country
Many have died
The strongest were killed first
For they offered most resistance
Meanwhile Stalin supposedly our allay
Had thousands of elite Polish officers killed
We were left with nothing
Dictatorship prized obedience
Only moderately aggressive I fit in
Not knowing the horrors of the war and after
Not knowing
How hard my parents struggled
To put food on the table
Ignorance is bliss
I heard wonderful stories about America
Why did they make up those stories?
Said by rich tourists who did not see beneath the façade
Thought obedience and submission
I was not ready for rat race
Having unusual first name
Did not help in Poland
Nor America
Other Polish people fighting for scraps
From America’s table
Betrayed me
Smartest were persecuted the most
Athletes were spared sometimes
Hypocrisy ruled
The language came slowly
I still don’t know how to spell
And in any case to me it makes little sense
Now the new war came
I’ feel sorry for my countrymen going to war
As I feel sorry for Americans
It seems United States finally met enemy like themselves
Whoever wins I will lose
But my voice will not be silenced
Even if I like the silence
Trapped like bird in a cage
My vision will never form
I’m not even sure
If I still have one
But if this small quantum of solace
This tiny chance
Will come true
My vision will be formed
Will I be king?
Who gives this wretched world?
The monster it deserves
Or will I seek peace
In harmony with this which in this world is beautiful
Either way the choice will be mine
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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