Poem -
April 1945
Inspired by Jai Masters Poem “Taken”
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Finally, in the dead of night, combat boots
Preceded days earlier by the “Blitzkreig”
Listen now for the sounds of the “Gestapo Boots”
Cowering, running to hide
Ferreted out by the odors
Of their piss and shit stained crotches
Taken away
Penned, like the pigs they are
THE FINAL SOLUTION
NUREMBERG
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GREAT POEM LARRY if we are not careful there could be a nother hiiler I am scared by that thought
My Dear Greg,
Allay all your fears! Â This monster will soon be sent back to the Big Apple, where Eve will take a big bite out of his empire.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
I hear those boots LarryÂ
when I sit on the train I feel the anxiety of theÂ
Jew on the way to death: bad time; poignant poem where the boots are stomping;Â
peace to
you brother:/) Jai??
My Dear Brother Poet Jai,
Change one letter in "Heil ", and it becomes "Hell". Â The world will never let that happen again. What it must do now, is to eradicate those monsters that would. Â We must stomp out this evil and eliminate this fear from the people.
Peace, Hugs and Love,Â
Your Brother Larry xxx