Bis wir uns wieder treffen (Until we meet again)
It matters not the colour of ones’ skinIt matters not the colour of ones’ sin
Hitler was in my bed last night,
And I was showing him a couple of things.
He still has that ridiculous moustache.
I really wonder what the barber shop in hell is like.
Hitler told me he was enjoying being brought back to life.
And as I looked in his eyes I was seeing with my own eyes for the first time in centuries.
The blood of the world competes with the oceans
there are killings every day
the order of the Klan is alive and well
and the bombs are still being made
DC metro Green line girls
Make fun of the yellow line girls
Ipod head phones keep us segregated
Inside our own deafening and silent worlds
Strangers tell us who we are
And put us in our place
And when I speak my mind and ignore the rules
No one can seem to look in my face
White bosses in DC
Step meekly around black employee toes
I hate to tell you, it’s not one’s colour
But lack of work ethic that causes one’s employment woes
And no generalizing the Latin Generals
Here is a crime I never knew
Segregate within the Castano Sea
Get the classification right or you’ll get the crap knocked out of you
My Northern Italian & Southern Italian brothers
Italians in between by the millions
Put please stick with just one Family
heaven forbid you should marry a Sicilian
And aren’t I still your gypsy slave
Still your childhood golliwog doll
regardelss you'd jump at the chance for my ouzo injection
Which, by the way, needs to be reinstalled
64 years later it’s still race against race
Buildings are on fire and minority children take the bait
Agnew and Lott, Mooney and Mencia
Do we bless the Politicals and comedians for their shiny and sugary hate?
And before I woke
Unto me Hitler spoke:
“phoenix fires will make you choke
‘under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me’
read any good old books lately?
Or do you only notice what’s up your ass or on TV?
I’ll just twirl here patiently
I’ve all the time in your world you see”
And with that Hitler grinned
That
grin
“Auf Wiedersehen vorläufig, mein Schatz
Bis wir uns wieder treffen”
Your empowerment
Should not deny someone
of their empowerment.
posted by Saint Vincent @ 5:22 PM
1 Comments:
This is a very good poem. It is hard to put Hitler in a poem because of all that he stands for and so he brings up all kinds of feeling, but you carry it off very well.
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