On Sale Again
Again the
ghost of Martin Luther stirs
Infuses
its Teutonic hatred thru years
Woden
commands slaughter thru sworn swords
“Mein
Kampf” echoes from dead jack booted hordes
Time is
kind to hatred and earned guilt
Dries
innocent blood and becomes part of the history quilt
Romantic
yearnings for weakened minds
Collectivist
teachings eradicating absolute lines
Blaming
the Mosaic is the deep psychotic passion
Prosaic resentment
of their Covenant via quixotic delusion
Panicked
hiding from reality thru a paranoid quest
The sands
are moving under them, undermining the Nest
But this
time its different for the Shield of David exists
Determined,
resilient and imbued with Never Again fists
Once more
on sale from Hamburg to Munich,
Cologne to Dresden
Hitler’s
words may ring out, but this time there will be no Kristal Nacht
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