Long Nazis Poems
Long Nazis Poems. Below are the most popular long Nazis by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Nazis poems by poem length and keyword.
Go ahead, try to separate the races.
You politicians have egg, on your malicious faces.
Not realizing in your frozen hearts.
You toss imperfect, very hopeless darts.
Neither money nor educatiion
Can separate friends of the American nation.
Equity for Blacks only, you shout from your parapets.
ThatWill never separate us, not one bit.
So you fund hate groups to form derision,
Amongst hearts who have made, no such decision.
You paint whites as Nazis, blacks as slaves?
You think we are animals or morons, you hopeless knaves!
We have friends of all colors and religions.
But you go on fake news, as dense as pigeons.
You do all in your power to make this beautiful world dour.
You shout, “The world is ending by the hour?”
Filling us with fear, like climate change,
The ozone layer went up one percent, but not to Al Gore and his gang.
Whites mucking about, pretending they are Black?
It sickens me, Caucasians,it’s a racial attack.
Equity, as if, this were even ever possible.
We of all colors, think you are miserable.
So twenty years ago, I found a Black sister online.
Living in the hood, with loving heart that really shines!
She’s problems with sleep, as bullets fly about all night.
Seven hundred and thirty five, died in that city alone last year, what a fright!
DC bigwigs avoid the Hood like the Plague.
Yet demand Democrats vote for Blacks alone, don’t dare turn the page.
They tell them freedom is food stamps and a free phone?
It is such a lie, it makes me gasp and groan.,
Keeping the Blacks forever, on othe Plantation Nation!
You, while they are killed in the Hood, fly to Davos on vacation.
Dedicated to my Sistah of another mother!
Like you, Blessed Rita , there is no other!
With love,
Sistah Pangie
1/23/2023
The Nurse of Zionism (part 1)
She visited the stolen land
loved putting her feet in the sand
the sand was not pleased
the crushed bones of Palestinian dreams
olive trees burned so Europeans could party
Over three hundred bullets in a six year old
"Its complicated"
Thousand of children slaughtered
"Its complicated"
Doctors raped in IDF prisons
"Its complicated"
Children used as human shields
"Its complicated"
Hospitals bombed on purpose
"Its complicated"
Medical equipment smashed by soldiers
"Its complicated"
IDF dress up in Palestinians women's cloths
"Its complicated"
One will never heal
with a heart so cold for others
selfish, self centered, self absorbed
to the core
Nazis had nurses too
I should not be shocked
The Angel of Tel Aviv (Part 2)
I ask why the ones
with hearts of gold
carry such a heavy burden
of pain, loss and sadness
The world such a miserable place
nurses should carry compassions grace
mostly true
for in the afternoon sun,
the Hanoun in bloom
in Tel Aviv an angel of mercy
restored my faith in humanity
Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year
Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear.
Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core
Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore
Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare
French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible, wasn’t fair
He claims he didn’t kill anyone; I wish I could believe
He was on the wrong side of that war, a past you can’t retrieve.
Under Weimar, the dollar was worth 4000 trillion marks
That kind of inflation destroys society, opens it to sharks.
Nazis got into power, took guns from all the Jews
Rolf threw his weapon in the Rhine, and his medals too.
He left grape vines behind, took his family out, down to the wire
They rode through Palestine, saw Jewish farms set on fire.
Then a letter came from the Reich, called Rolf to the reserve
We still have it, bureaucratic time lag, an ironic reminder to serve.
If Rolf had gone back, he would have been doomed
Into the maw of the gigantic bloodshed one more life consumed.
I met Rolf in Denver, a short, muscular guy
He even flipped me on my back, with a Judo move I didn’t spy.
I watched a rodeo with him, history was in arrest.
It's a strange thing, in one man, so much time compressed
I spoke with a great-aunt who had uncles in the Civil War
A great uncle told me he saw soldiers marching to fight the Boer.
He also fought in World War One, but on the English side
Showed me wounds in his arm, to fight was part of pride.
And now I use ChatGPT, and admire Space X
In me through memories so much history connects.
And yet I’m the black sheep, so many things went bad
I’m relieved these men never knew my saga, so dismal, and so sad.
I also look at the world, there is so much bad news:
Jihad in Africa, and in Holland a “hunt for the Jews”
China, Russia on the rise, the west has seen better days
Will we end that compressed window of history in a fiery blaze?
Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
A few brave souls here and there
Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
The masses turned aside, held their nose
Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement
Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
~ Not a single one can you afford to miss
Liberation of Paris (August 26, 1944)
Who would have thought
To see American soldiers
Under the Arc de Triomphe
Marching along the Champs-Élysées,
In the Liberation of Paris,
When a short while ago
German soldiers’ goose steps
Thumped down the avenues,
Filling Parisian hearts with fear,
With Nazis everywhere
Enforcing Nazi dogma
In La Belle France.
On both occasions
People broke down and cried:
Out of horror in 1940,
And then out of joy in 1944.
That generation fades,
And another takes over.
Three times played out,
But France’s honour was restored
When de Gaulle and his entourage
Stood at the base
Of the Unknown Soldier’s grave:
« Bonaparte, voici ta gloire,
La souveraineté française reste! »
(“Bonaparte, here is your glory,
French sovereignty remains!”)
The monolith embellishes
The worthiness of a culture,
Felt in the eyes of those present
When the wreath is laid:
« Combattants de la résistance c'est votre heure
Beaucoup sont morts et certains
Emporté dans les bras des anges. »
(“Resistance fighters, this is your hour.
Many have died, and some
Were swept away in the arms of angels.”)
Paris fell in silence;
Liberation was loud.
Gay Paree, where Mademoiselles
In love with life itself
Fling themselves upon soldiers,
And I feel expression to say,
« Belle ville de lumière! »
(“Beautiful city of light!”)
We cry for someone
When there is time
And enlighten each other
With finger-wagging.
The slaughter was atrocious.
The wait, strenuous.
And I’ve become reflective.
I was raw. I had not experienced
And would have kissed her
Like there was no tomorrow,
But my candle was extinguished
In the Seine’s ebb.
***
Note:
During World War Two (1939–1945), the “Libération de Paris,” aka Battle for Paris, lasted from August 19, 1944, to August 25, 1944. The formal surrender of the Nazi occupation of Paris, France, was on August 26, 1944. General Charles de Gaulle (1890–1970) was the leader of the “Free French” forces during World War Two, fighting against the German military occupiers of France.
You never hear a person say:
“True fascism has never been tried!”
But when it comes to Socialists
you hear that nonsense all the time.
From Venezuela to Russia,
from China to Europe’s east,
I see the death and must conclude
they are just as bad as Nazis.
From slave camps of Stalin’s regime,
skeletons of the Holodomor,
China’s ‘social credit’ evils,
the murderous Great Leap ‘Forward,’
Khmer Rouge killing those who think,
and Rocket Man letting them stave,
to Cuba with its boat people,
so desperate they would swim through sharks!
And still people cling to this crap,
claim that they would get it right,
amazing how ideology
can make fools of even the bright.
When something’s tried time-after-time
and always brings the same result,
To claims it just needs ‘one more chance’
is to play with a deck not full.
The very basics of the theory
are built on a foundation of rot,
you must make work profitable
Otherwise folks quit and walk off.
Appeal to the good of society,
they’ll work a weekend, then they’re done,
put a gun up to their heads
and they’ll give you the bare minimum.
It has to be worth their while,
give them the power to buy and sell,
try to take self-interest away
and society goes all to hell.
Socialists claim they’ll build a ‘new man’
who’ll work without caring for pay,
but thousands of year show profit’s point,
that there is no other way!
CONCLUDES IN PART II
At the Gates of Auschwitz
Today, I stand
At the gates of hell;
“Arbeit macht frei”
("Work sets you free!")—
That is Auschwitz.
Where they burned God’s children
And the world stood by,
Oblivious
To what was happening inside.
The League of Nations
(Whose mandate was world peace)
Failed!
And in 1942,
The trains rolled into Auschwitz
Carrying God’s children,
Who were packed like cattle into boxcars
(Cold, diseased, inhumanely treated),
Ready for slaughter.
Insane hatred condemned them,
As in the past,
For events through no fault of theirs
Because they were Jewish.
Take, for example,
That ocean liner in 1939,
The MS St. Louis,
Carrying Jews to Cuba.
A scheme of the Nazis
To prove Jews were pariahs,
Whom nobody would welcome,
Nor would anyone want.
Cuba denied the ship safe harbour;
The U.S.A. turned it away,
And likewise, so did Canada,
And the three systemically decreed,
“It’s not our problem!”
Germany did have a solution:
Ethnic cleansing
In the ovens of Auschwitz.
And the world looked the other way.
The world did not care!
Later, when the horror was exposed,
The free world would apologize, officially.
“If we do not remember the past,
We are doomed to repeat it.”
At the Dachau concentration camp,
On the memorial to the Holocaust,
It is written,
“Never Again!”
***
Note:
On May 13, 1939, the M.S. St. Louis departed Hamburg, Germany, bound for Havana, Cuba, with approximately nine hundred and one Jewish refugees aboard, to escape from Nazi persecution. Only twenty-eight passengers were allowed to disembark.
The ship then sailed to the United States of America, where it was refused safe entry, and then to Canada, and was also refused safe entry. The ship returned to Antwerp, Belgium, and the passengers were granted refugee status in a number of European countries.
1. there's a time for bacon
and a time for eggs
I didn't know the Pope
shaves his legs
2. there's a time for hippies
and a time for cops
did you know Nazis
are eating our crops?
3. there's a time for day
and a time for night
eat a double bacon cheeseburger
dropped from a great height
4. there's a time for this
and a time for that
I didn't know surfing
would make me fat
5. there's a time for sickness
and a time for health
getting likes on Facebook
increases my wealth
6. there's a time for life
and a time for death
just so long as we
eliminate bad breath
7. there's a time for moon
and a time for sun
I drink Donald Duck orange juice
when the day is done
History cried out at a heinous cost
'Twas when millions of Jews their lives had lost
Dead bodies in concentration camps filled
In the name of Anti-Semitism, killed
Pogroms, mass shootings to annihilate
Gas chambers and vans to asphyxiate
Germans, they thought they were superior
Slew the Jews with motives ulterior
Forced to work in extermination camps
Labour till death his sickle around tramps
God's chosen race fighting for every breath
Nazis became the harbingers of death
{The Holocaust, also known as the Shoah, was the World War II genocide of the European Jews. Between 1941 and 1945, across German-occupied Europe, Nazi Germany and its collaborators systematically murdered some six million Jews, around two-thirds of Europe's Jewish population. The murders were carried out in pogroms and mass shootings; by a policy of extermination through work in concentration camps; and in gas chambers and gas vans in German extermination camps, chiefly Auschwitz, Belzec, Chelmno, Majdanek, Sobibór, and Treblinka in occupied Poland}
09.19.2020
For William Kekaula's "A Historic Event" poetry contest
As sheriff chasin’ on the run
I shot at outlaw and injun
with my colt Pony Boy cap gun
my badge pinned to my chest.
When a neighbour I’d hear and see
climbin’ up a big mango tree
bawlin’ “jack spanias bitin’ me!”
swarmin’ around the nest
He ran into my fender guard
as the wheels spun a loud spoke card
ridin’ my bike in Nanan’s yard
and soon his knee did gape.
So I pullin’ its string in flight
flew instead my prized Batman kite
and watched it fly at a great height
in my Bat mask and cape
In floodin’ storm canals we’d lay
racin’ popsicle sticks all day
then crawl under the house to play
where we’d forbidden sneak.
Or leapin’ in a mighty bound
but not makin’ a ghostly sound
hidden somewhere I can’t be found
playin’ hide and go seek
On the battlefield that I led
my toy soldiers killed Nazis dead
along with every Jap and Red
till tender age of eight.
Silks and riders I’ll not forget
when my brother and I would bet
on our hand-wound horse racin’ set
windin’ up the home straight
The girls all arms and legs pumpin’
played hopscotch and skip rope jumpin’
as the boys were crazy bumpin’
crashin’ my pedal car.
But we kids did roam and skylark
till in the far distance we’d hark
Monica callin’ in the dark
“come, wherever you are!”
I cheered as a wicket would fall
heroes over The Oval wall
like Carew, Sobers, Lloyd, and Hall
from grandad’s house upstairs.
But my greatest heroes bar none
whom I love and whom I champion
gave me dear life and called me son
all through their livin’ years
Written: May 1996