I was supposed
To be strong,
Not economically weak.
It wasn't my Vater's
Fault that I got the short
End of the stick,
Or that the
Allies of WW1
Are complete assholes.
The Treaty of Versailles.
A death trap.
A means to kill.
Money I don't have
Was demanded,
Land that was supposed
To be mine
Taken away.
My military,
Decimated.
My government,
Useless.
The Rhineland,
Vulnerable to the French.
I never wanted
To be this sick,
With both
An incurable immune disorder
And extreme bad luck
With money and timing.
I was supposed
To be strong
Like the rest of my family,
Not weak
Like I was left.
I thank you,
My Bruder,
For taking the burden
Of politics off my
Sickly chest.
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Call Us What By What We Carry
Ficción GeneralCountryhumans (in my AU) summed up by one free-verse poem (each countryhuman gets one poem) Title inspired by Amanda Gorman's, "Call Us What We Carry." All poems are by me.
