Fear of Irony

by Josh Hopper   Nov 14, 2005


I can hear the soldiers footsteps,
coming down the hall,
They are getting nearer, Ive heard of the places they send their captives, I don't know of any near here,
they call themselves Nazis
and don't like my kind, they send them to camps of torture,
they kill them with no mercy
and use them as trophies
to blanket the land in fear,
please don't let them see me, I only want to live free
and smile and laugh with friends,
but how else can I change the fact that I'm Jewish and I was born to know no other?
They are right at the door now I can smell them so close, please don't open the door,
I hear one scream lightning and another yell flash
as the door comes crashing in,
the soldiers were British and disguised as Nazis
to make Germans think they were friends,
they said were here to bring you home,
your parents are back at HQ...
I sighed in relief as I kissed the mans cheek and said I'm so glad you came through.

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