9 May 2012
Started as a shot, A stifled startled cry, Heard across the water, The consequences high,
Comes up as a rush, The calm before a storm, Where now you're on a standstill, It's run or soon be torn,
You're dashing over cobble, Your shoes so worse for wear, A blur in the window with, Your dark brown curly hair,
Along the street the glass is All falling from the air, Struck from frames by pebbles, But no one really cares,
All they see are daggers, Crystals cutting deep, Men and women hounded, By painful bloody feet.
And even at the end of it, When people start anew, You will remember Kristallnacht, Be Nazi or a Jew.
Kristallnacht • Opuss № I