Swastika

SWASTIKA What danger's now beneath our very eyes born of forgetfullness? 0! Time it flies! and before long, lays to the past the very things we should have last, but much too soon, all memory it dies; and then the xenophobic nature shows, from places where you'd never think it grows and nourished by the futures' doubt we feed on it, and let it out until it's grown beyond what heaven knows; all blame is layed to any who remind, that they are grouped into another kind, and when we need to symbolize what's here and plain before our eyes, a crooked cross is all that we can find. © vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet