SupremeDreamer22 Apr 2007

And Mama said to Papa
“He is no longer mine”
And the blood poured out on the snowbank
Like cold communion wine

And the black boots beat like centuries
On the days of my Jewish face
And a soldier went for a tree branch
And broke it like my race


Oh, oh! And that stupid Hitler quote. I'm sorry, was there some deeper meaning hidden underneath the fucking flora of references to WW2 and Jewish ghettos and tyrants, slaves...

I'm sorry woman, like I said before:

Trim away the fuckin extra hubris, and the entire approach you took, because as it should be obvious-- YOUR INTENTIONS HAVE FAILED, because they have no room in the colors presented in this poem.

That is all, Madam.