“Krystall” Clear
It was another heavenly day in Germany,
sun shining through the crisp wind,
children playing in the muddy, cobblestone streets,
still damp from a previous rain.
As the sun fell below the fertile mountains,
the children ran to wash up before dinner.
I was enlightened to see such a wonderful world.
But somehow there was an uneasy feeling beneath the joy.
In the distance I saw a group of resentful, uniformed men,
carelessly stomping their angry boots
where the children had played.
They began to destroy,
wall by wall,
home by home,
Jew by Jew.
The children who once smiled
were now wet from their tears,
never to stop crying.
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