On “Victory Day”  Knee deep in blood

 

The arms and limbs of the dead

Climb up you

In day and night terrors.

Murdered by you

 

Mothers

Fathers

Lovers

Sisters

brothers

children

&

Babies

 

All silenced by you

 

Your final solution…

Like the Jews in the ghetto.

All must go

 

But on your death bed

“Your god” whispers

“I’ve had enough of you “

And then  you will see the

         Flag

         Flying high

 

And there is nothing you can do