to love your enemy

To love your enemy I should not say this, but there is no way to hide I had a wonderful childhood when our country was at war and occupied  the mighty German army walked in and out of an army barracks, riding on their enormous horses, dark chocolate, drinking morning milk until peace broke out, and it was back to stark poverty that felt as if the daylight had been switched off by an unseen hand  Headlong into communism, almost a humorous, but That, too, had its sell-by date, and a cold war began As seamen, we were in demand moving American  made gods around them had moved their industry abroad and only exported wars Once upon a time, I loved the USA, and I still have a pair  Of the jeans bought in New York, the jeans have shrunk But I keep them as a memory of a glorious past