We'Re Here, and You'Re Not - the Nazi Dream

We're Here, And You're Not! (The Nazi Dream) No man is born perfect (at least I'm that smart), Though I'd never exclude you, tone deafness' black art, It's 'oil cast on the water!' Is poetry's grooving Not part of your plan? May God bless its improving! Let me pray that I'm wrong - does humility rot? Does our path to the future mean dead Camelot? The dream I give credence, to celebrate rhyme, Though now fashion's 'blank verse,' most ___ verse not worth time Or the ink it consumes! I'll let history judge, Mine's more musical trace! Let me not be a drudge, Spontaneity, flow, how can they be a sin? But what discipline tempers my rhymes - I count win! I'm past seventy-six, and could put life on 'cruise,' The best wine and posh food, as more money accrues, Though investments may float long past day that I die, The world's politics kill me! I hear the world cry For a voice that might comfort where fear reigns insane, More harmonious whispers perhaps ease its pain? We're world's 'Jews' forced to shower in Nazi's camp's gas, Who now choke on the bile from demented fool's ass, Let us not go in peace or give up with no fight, Still denounce the demonic, the death of all light, That some rich would impose on the weaker on earth. Should all dinosaurs die? Grant more humble rebirth! Long Tooth May 3rd of 2019