God's Opinion
A baby is born
Under a Jewish star
His mother weeps
All around her is marching
That torturous sound haunting her day and night
Here in a basement they hide
Hiding for days, for weeks, for months
Her faith is failing
the propaganda is overwhelming
But she waits in that basement
Hiding in that dark nothingness
She hears glass breaking
All around her are screams
That torturous sound haunting her day and night
She wakes one day from the sound of boots
Walking down the stairs
A man in black unstraps his helmet
Showing his clean cut hair
As he discards his cigarette
He pulls out his Luger
She weeps
The man in black puts away his pistol
Leaving behind two dead bodies
And some who are starving, sick, and weak
Huddled in quarters worse then barns
Look up to the heavens
And wonder why the world should go on
And a baby is born
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