A trampled hat lies in the mud
a scrap of fabric soaked in blood.
the sickening stench of human fright
and the jewish policeman is grinning wide.
a mangled shape begins to writhe
as the jewish policeman stands there, blithe;
tapping his stick against his leg,
while the broken shape begins to writhe.
the Jewish policeman is slapped on the shoulder
by another man, who looks much older
saying "how does if feel to beat a Jew, it's more than fair that he got his due"
Then the Jewish policeman face contorted with shock, as he realized what a life he took.
but it came too late,
for the broken man's face
couldn't stop his breath:
exhalation of death.
And the Jewish policeman shook with pain,
as the Polish one swooped and knocked out his brain
for the murder of Jews was all his gain.
A trampled hat,
all that remains.
Two mangled corpses, brutally slain
In the streets of the Ghetto
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The Jewish Policeman
Poetry*the views expressed in this piece are by no means meant to offend, but rather to illustrate the harsh life in the Ghetto, and the extreme extent of human brutality.
