A poem about WW2:
I close my eyes, hope I'm dreaming
All around the sound of screaming
The streets are littered with the dead
How I watch them in their eternal bed
The land is scarlet with their blood
And I wish it were merely mud
Gas masks on
Knowing they will never be gone
Life is spinning, spinning away
Until my death, I cannot delay
My mind full of memories, deep dark memories
I wish they could be replaced by beautiful melodies
Every minute, every second, I wonder, I ponder
I pray everyday, may Hitler see sense
Sadly, my wishes seem to never be granted
For everyday an new death is planted
Now all I can do is sit in wait
God only knows what'll be my fate.
