6 June 2012
'Wo sind die Postkarten? Wo sind sie?' We play a game, Hide and seek Only with life and death In the balance. He cannot find them. He must not find them My job is not done. They flip mattresses, Smash porcelain, Crack my son's smiling face Once more for good luck Under his orders, Ransack drawers For a trace of my messages. "Mütter! Der Führer hat meinen Sohn ermordet." I must make things right, I must stop this madness. Boys, young boys, Storming towns, Invading countries, Killing their cousins As they have been trained to do Since infancy. Born with a gun in their hands And murder in their blue eyes. It cannot go on. It must not go on. Even if it kills me I must stop it. 'Er bringt Trauer und Blut Nicht mehr.'
Inspired by Alone in Berlin. Sorry for any dodgy German it's been a wee while.
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