After The Night

After The Night

Hear the breaking glass, see blood on the grass

Its lives shattering and heads cracking

November nights in a row, sledgehammer blows

Rohm roamed and The Chosen died alone

Walk the sidewalks crunching the crying glass

Open store fronts that were once fronts of class

Notice the difference as you nervously glance

All the windows are gone after the nights of the NAZI dance

The People stood and watched that night as they sang Uber Alles

Hatred anointed by Martin Luther in his mad religious opulence

While Wagner composed at his height for the Fuhrer

And King David’s abandoned tribe yearned for Jerusalem, next year!

Kristallnacht I do remember you, without vanity

History teaches and assuages insanity

Lessons learned to believe threats shouted or intoned

Act definitively, for haters and dictators mean what they say