The third Reich

The third Reich

A Poem by Alan Mark Maynes

The day is new, I gotta tell a lil story
With gods gift maybe I could reach out and grab the glory/
Woke up, brain still tired
Put some cream in my coffee, man I got wired
Looked at clock, only slept an hour
Looked outside, life was shining thru those flowers/
Had to go to school, I can't wait till the end
Feels like a prison, like there goes the same friend again/
Took a seat that was near but just concentrated on the teacher
Boys around the block, speaking of how they got in between her
But Let me switch it up cuz thats not what its about
Took a look in my book but I  cud still go in n out/
Reading letters on a page, of this lil girl
Or jus a point in time, & how she inspired the etire world/
The corruption, the evil, the holocaust
Uncounted corpses, how many of them, lost?
bombs going off, praying, crying, gripping on to your cross
Burnt up souls, ashes to ashes and dust to dust/

these flowers cannot grow   
I wasn't never ther, and I know I'll never know

Took a step out for lunch now all I see is snow
Dam, How do get home, I didn't wear a coat
Gotta get back to work, gotta take these notes/

The destruction and the pressure 
The construction we can't measure/
Time is so cold
I capitalize my sentence with the words that's so bold/

Let me get in my zone n try to keep my subject
But when I leave my throne, that's my master project
You could press eject but I know my logic/


And through these Nazi walls 
I  hear the screaming of bloody tears streaming, 
lost Jewish kids that were needed
Feeding The image of gods rib, disintegrating from a demon/
Sick troubled souls will rejoice from this cage
There's not enough sorrow, but there's another line for this page
How many other hidden words are hidden besides Anne franks?/
And I know where they went, cuz I do believe in god
I feel sorry for the people, n what the people got/
Some souls may remain, n some souls can't escape
Was god with them when they testified there faith?/
Now he looks the devil in the eye for his evil wrath
I don't believe in evil, but an equal path
I just write it for the people, do the fucken math/

So I guess no one is ever safe
But wen god opens up the heavens, I'll b screamin out "this is my place"
I write it with my mind, and for the world to see
One beautiful journey, one long road to recovery
The exsistence of god will lead us to discovery
Love and the pain, the love that we gave
Hard to maintain
Brainwashed, but we still washed our brains
The follower, or the creator?
The owner, or the waiter?
To be you, not to be, that is the only answer
There's only one master
Evil is the one that will make the balance of life shatter
I'll scream out to hitler you are a fucken b*****d
Now I sit here waiting,  anticipation
 cuz the bells about to ring 
I gotta pack up my things,
Steps down the hallway mud on the floors
Distracted by these girls, then I hit the door
Sucked up my shame, now i gotta go
Oh s**t I forgot that it snowed

© 2013 Alan Mark Maynes


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Alan Mark Maynes
Alan Mark Maynes

Denver , CO



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