The monsters or The real nightmare

Against fascism and war, about World War II

They come, slowly, astute like snakes, promise jobs, the welfare of the nation,
everything that you are able to promise, as heros during bad times.
Their slimy toxin which they leave everywhere all over the country tastes like honey.
The ugly face of the grand man exudes sweet smell of glory,
his words caress their souls.

March, comrade, march,
don't turn around, compatriot,
heaps of cadavers everywhere,
the enemy in front of you,
the numbing smell of death,
if you're killed or not,
if you get hurt,
who cares about your family,
who's interested in that? 
Ahead, ahead, we have no time for a man like you,
we have great plans, there are important things to do.

And they follow him like loyal will-less robots,
believe and trust the false prophet.
And they close their eyes in front of things they don't want to see,
don't hear what they don't want to hear.
Don't feel what they don't want to feel.
They know enough to know that they don't want to know more.
What happens to those trains filled with irritated, innocent people?
Nobody thinks about it.
Silent cries,
distressed, shy glances,
speaking tears,
warning voices,
they get lost in the ambiance of military stupidness, obedience and egoism.
And it's war, rude awakening to most - not to all.

March, comrade, march,
it's all over when we return winning to our dear families.
You still have two legs,
and just one arm less, don't be slow,
Don't keep thinking about your dead children and your wife who battles for food.
This doesn't matter.
Thank our grand man for being present in our victory over the world,
thank him, he wants the best for our folk.
Just continue until you die.


 
   

 

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this tugs at my mind like steel pain~ distressing tones leap all about~ you've created a taut and iron mirage of the darker bent of humanity~ stunning in the march of pain down the page~