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Things that were

The sound of boots ringing on cobblestones fills the air,
I see shapes of men clad in grey marching down the street.
These are not men but images of things that were;
These are not men for they feel neither hope nor mercy.
These shades pass by carrying death in their hands and flags dyed with blood.
Their country burns at their hands yet they feel no remorse,
These unfeeling wraiths will fade into time
But their actions will haunt the world evermore.
These men served the most hated man in the world,
A man they called Fuehrer.

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Dee.D said...
Jul. 2, 2011 at 10:52 am
I love reading about the second world war. I hate hitler for what he did to the J.ews. The guy was a megalomaniac. This poem is great. It really means something.  
LoveMeIfYouDare said...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 12:09 pm
This has chills running up and down my spine. (my first post didn't post)
LoveMeIfYouDare said...
Jun. 23, 2011 at 12:08 pm
This has chills running up and down my spines,making me feel like I'm a withered Jew from the Holocaust.Gosh,I hate Hitler.
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