Nazi Times
Nazi Time
Uniformed men with ice blue
crystal eyes marched up and down
our street.
Bomb fell, the earth shook
and I was two years old.
An officer with steel rimmed glasses
and thin cruel lips said; this child is an Aryan.
Proudly clicked my heels and sucked my thumb.
Went to sleep, while mother sang
sentimental leider and dreamed of becoming
the Kindergarten`s Fhurer.
To my regret peace broke out and life
became rather dull for a while
until I was circumcised and could pea
higher up a wall against the wall
then the other boys, this made me
a natural leader
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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