Bravado
12-19-2009, 01:40 AM
ooc: This one's a doozy, so I figured I'd post it outside of my general poem thread.
bic:
Providence's Missionary
I. Rise To Power/Exclusion
Hearken! Billow, mighty sounds!
Penetrate an ancient torpor
Loud and clear, a promise bound
To grace the sands of every shore!
The Fatherland will rise again
a pinnacle of modern life
Atrocities, though shrill, refrain
from primitive, barbaric strife!
Work for all! A haven built
for cultivating willing minds
Encompass brothers, mighty quilt
of our Baumfuhrer, warm and kind.
It's he we welcome, open-armed
he of plans exemplary
He who has both loved and charmed
Providence's Missionary.
German people, foremost placed
those of purest lineage first
Comrades, blonde-haired and fair-faced
would satisfy the Reichstag's thirst.
Eugenics infiltrate our schools
with prominent adversity
But The Chancellor makes the rules
and no man is as wise as he!
I rise today, and single file
teacher and his pupils stand
In unison, we cry, "Sig Heil!"
though in my mind, I reprimand.
The Sunday paper later came
as Father looked on, skeptical
Withdrawing, viewing pungent claims
to which we were susceptible.
"Killing Christ, satanic force
are they of partial minds and form!
Barbarians, with no remorse"
propaganda of The Storm*.
Engulfing me were young men, blonde
by nightfall I was forced away
Embracing change, my severed bonds
were daily leading me astray.
To where will they bring me? Only Time will tell...
II. Liquidation/Ghettos
The puppet realm of houses meager
gradually I will abhor
Its heinous walls, and all too eager
steal ambitions premature.
Companions once, the Judenrat
patrol and fetch the contumacious
Leaders now, these traitors fought
for singular conditions gracious.
Aging men construct the forts
labor forced from frightened youth
Adolescents, tender sorts
grope about for withheld truth.
Inefficient workers fall
upon their work, a grotesque scene
Replacement men now heed the call
and disregard what might have been.
Pungent blood taints once fresh air
as brothers work with no ambition
To reminisce, I cannot bear
immediately, I show submission.
Incognito, masquerades
occur in silence underground
Though from these acts, we were forbade
we practiced hidden, dulling sound.
In vain, the men and children hope
to cultivate their Living Space*
With failure common, they must cope
watched always by the Master Race.
Now angered by monotony
the youngest have devised a plan
Aware of what their fate may be
they try to escape however they can.
To have the bricks within their grip
to scale the Neverending Wall
To briefly view the Master's Whip
to feel it and be forced to fall.
Discomfort overtakes the men
imprisoned by the mottled bricks
As we discover, once again,
the timer on our lifeline ticks.
Things will get better because I have hope. Today I bid these walls farewell.
III. Concentration Camps
Repetition of the wheels
boxcars inching down the tracks
Proximal, our unit feels
foreboding breeze of resin black.
Walls have ears; the rumors spread
that women and children are carried away
In vain, attempts to look ahead
are shattered by taboo hearsay.
Anxious now, a party enters
twoscore, shuffle towards the shower
Overhead, within the center
Zyclon drops and victims cower.
Ashes mingling with the breeze
the scent of murder dominant
And in this place, Our Father frees
and unknown and the prominent.
Brothers taken by mass graves
are worked to death and underfed
Though currently we serve as slaves
we've naught but hope within our heads.
With eyes clenched shut, scenes we display
regardless of our true intentions
Branded, and to our dismay
become not men but man's inventions.
Of dead and dying, hands outstretch
to clasp the righteous suited end
A backwards game of backwards fetch
Perhaps, one day, for me they'll send.
Tooth and nail, companions fight
for crumbs, a captive's daily feast
Behind these walls, our Might makes Right
man now takes the form of beast.
Nonverbal doctrines have withstood
the brutish test of time presented
To disobey, though true, we could
was mutually well-resented.
Rations fading faster still
amidst the spread of deadly plague
Could one survive with merely will
to permeate a future vague?
Our prayers, they have been answered; frozen are the fires of hell!
IV. Liberation
If ever bells could louder ring
and ever men could be more bold
Than those in which our pleas did bring
their wounds themselves would bleed of gold!
Combatting allies of the nation
facing off with Axis Three
Today would be the Liberation
starting now, we all were free.
To count the dead, there is no time
evacuations soon begin
Proceeding in a trance sublime
unable to enjoy the win.
Encompassed by our lives renewed
we clamber fast into the tanks
Ignoring barren landscape skewed
we reinstate our rightful ranks.
Scenes flash by, stopmotion slate
presents the recent conquered trials
Alongside me, men debate
and finger through collected files.
"Did you know my boy? Is he alive?"
"and of my mother, do you know?"
But only responsible 'till we arrive
our heroes in silence maintain status quo.
Mixed messages clutter the minds of the young
who, while strengthened, have witnessed atrocious occurance
Eternally now, in their minds, horrorss hung
overpowering self-made and desperate deterrents.
Us fortunate souls, The Elect, are exempt
from the travesties that our friends have been through
In muted agreement we make an attempt
to slowly but surely begin life anew.
In unison, we hold our lights
a torch ignited for the brave
Within the solace of the night
an ode to those that God has saved.
One people, proud, survivors rise
in triumph, us with will to live
Pursue abandoned enterprise
and with reluctance, we forgive.
There is no greater killer than the knowledge of your strength. It is here in which our captors fell.
V. Restoration
Once derelicts, on shore, aground
the scapegoats common to abhor
Have found their way; now homeward bound
reclaim their native land once more.
Though some may view us with disdain
and lodge between our ribs the knife
Of hate, continually, we feign
to cherish discord as a wife.
Despite the constant lingering guilt
which our internal vices find
We've no remorse; the Axis Tilt
is made; the past is left behind.
Returning to our homes, alarmed
we view a battleground contrary
Items, lives, and livestock harmed
will constantly leave townsmen wary.
Entire cities laid to waste
as homes and bodies lie dispersed
Of dismal days, we've had a taste
a bereaved planet at its worst.
Cursed now shall be the fool
to advocate such travesty
Which until recently had ruled
and all but overpowered me.
Superfluous all the while
is the damage to our land
Though soon these men walk the Green Mile
with Nuremberg now close at hand.
Upon the Reich, we place the blame
how flawless a receptacle!
A violent streak, now slowly tame
lays rest to bloody spectacle.
Our land restored, we set a course
for Restoration of the norm
While all put use to each resource
we all progress towards grand reform.
Dear God, of all men, make us fond
on buckled knees, we fall to pray
Deliver us from what Beelzebub spawned
and for our children, lead the way.
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your soul to no demon should you ever sell.
*1. "The Storm" refers to "Der Sturmer", the Nazi publication/
*2. "Living Space" refers to "Leibenschraum", Hitler's term for Jewish parameters.
bic:
Providence's Missionary
I. Rise To Power/Exclusion
Hearken! Billow, mighty sounds!
Penetrate an ancient torpor
Loud and clear, a promise bound
To grace the sands of every shore!
The Fatherland will rise again
a pinnacle of modern life
Atrocities, though shrill, refrain
from primitive, barbaric strife!
Work for all! A haven built
for cultivating willing minds
Encompass brothers, mighty quilt
of our Baumfuhrer, warm and kind.
It's he we welcome, open-armed
he of plans exemplary
He who has both loved and charmed
Providence's Missionary.
German people, foremost placed
those of purest lineage first
Comrades, blonde-haired and fair-faced
would satisfy the Reichstag's thirst.
Eugenics infiltrate our schools
with prominent adversity
But The Chancellor makes the rules
and no man is as wise as he!
I rise today, and single file
teacher and his pupils stand
In unison, we cry, "Sig Heil!"
though in my mind, I reprimand.
The Sunday paper later came
as Father looked on, skeptical
Withdrawing, viewing pungent claims
to which we were susceptible.
"Killing Christ, satanic force
are they of partial minds and form!
Barbarians, with no remorse"
propaganda of The Storm*.
Engulfing me were young men, blonde
by nightfall I was forced away
Embracing change, my severed bonds
were daily leading me astray.
To where will they bring me? Only Time will tell...
II. Liquidation/Ghettos
The puppet realm of houses meager
gradually I will abhor
Its heinous walls, and all too eager
steal ambitions premature.
Companions once, the Judenrat
patrol and fetch the contumacious
Leaders now, these traitors fought
for singular conditions gracious.
Aging men construct the forts
labor forced from frightened youth
Adolescents, tender sorts
grope about for withheld truth.
Inefficient workers fall
upon their work, a grotesque scene
Replacement men now heed the call
and disregard what might have been.
Pungent blood taints once fresh air
as brothers work with no ambition
To reminisce, I cannot bear
immediately, I show submission.
Incognito, masquerades
occur in silence underground
Though from these acts, we were forbade
we practiced hidden, dulling sound.
In vain, the men and children hope
to cultivate their Living Space*
With failure common, they must cope
watched always by the Master Race.
Now angered by monotony
the youngest have devised a plan
Aware of what their fate may be
they try to escape however they can.
To have the bricks within their grip
to scale the Neverending Wall
To briefly view the Master's Whip
to feel it and be forced to fall.
Discomfort overtakes the men
imprisoned by the mottled bricks
As we discover, once again,
the timer on our lifeline ticks.
Things will get better because I have hope. Today I bid these walls farewell.
III. Concentration Camps
Repetition of the wheels
boxcars inching down the tracks
Proximal, our unit feels
foreboding breeze of resin black.
Walls have ears; the rumors spread
that women and children are carried away
In vain, attempts to look ahead
are shattered by taboo hearsay.
Anxious now, a party enters
twoscore, shuffle towards the shower
Overhead, within the center
Zyclon drops and victims cower.
Ashes mingling with the breeze
the scent of murder dominant
And in this place, Our Father frees
and unknown and the prominent.
Brothers taken by mass graves
are worked to death and underfed
Though currently we serve as slaves
we've naught but hope within our heads.
With eyes clenched shut, scenes we display
regardless of our true intentions
Branded, and to our dismay
become not men but man's inventions.
Of dead and dying, hands outstretch
to clasp the righteous suited end
A backwards game of backwards fetch
Perhaps, one day, for me they'll send.
Tooth and nail, companions fight
for crumbs, a captive's daily feast
Behind these walls, our Might makes Right
man now takes the form of beast.
Nonverbal doctrines have withstood
the brutish test of time presented
To disobey, though true, we could
was mutually well-resented.
Rations fading faster still
amidst the spread of deadly plague
Could one survive with merely will
to permeate a future vague?
Our prayers, they have been answered; frozen are the fires of hell!
IV. Liberation
If ever bells could louder ring
and ever men could be more bold
Than those in which our pleas did bring
their wounds themselves would bleed of gold!
Combatting allies of the nation
facing off with Axis Three
Today would be the Liberation
starting now, we all were free.
To count the dead, there is no time
evacuations soon begin
Proceeding in a trance sublime
unable to enjoy the win.
Encompassed by our lives renewed
we clamber fast into the tanks
Ignoring barren landscape skewed
we reinstate our rightful ranks.
Scenes flash by, stopmotion slate
presents the recent conquered trials
Alongside me, men debate
and finger through collected files.
"Did you know my boy? Is he alive?"
"and of my mother, do you know?"
But only responsible 'till we arrive
our heroes in silence maintain status quo.
Mixed messages clutter the minds of the young
who, while strengthened, have witnessed atrocious occurance
Eternally now, in their minds, horrorss hung
overpowering self-made and desperate deterrents.
Us fortunate souls, The Elect, are exempt
from the travesties that our friends have been through
In muted agreement we make an attempt
to slowly but surely begin life anew.
In unison, we hold our lights
a torch ignited for the brave
Within the solace of the night
an ode to those that God has saved.
One people, proud, survivors rise
in triumph, us with will to live
Pursue abandoned enterprise
and with reluctance, we forgive.
There is no greater killer than the knowledge of your strength. It is here in which our captors fell.
V. Restoration
Once derelicts, on shore, aground
the scapegoats common to abhor
Have found their way; now homeward bound
reclaim their native land once more.
Though some may view us with disdain
and lodge between our ribs the knife
Of hate, continually, we feign
to cherish discord as a wife.
Despite the constant lingering guilt
which our internal vices find
We've no remorse; the Axis Tilt
is made; the past is left behind.
Returning to our homes, alarmed
we view a battleground contrary
Items, lives, and livestock harmed
will constantly leave townsmen wary.
Entire cities laid to waste
as homes and bodies lie dispersed
Of dismal days, we've had a taste
a bereaved planet at its worst.
Cursed now shall be the fool
to advocate such travesty
Which until recently had ruled
and all but overpowered me.
Superfluous all the while
is the damage to our land
Though soon these men walk the Green Mile
with Nuremberg now close at hand.
Upon the Reich, we place the blame
how flawless a receptacle!
A violent streak, now slowly tame
lays rest to bloody spectacle.
Our land restored, we set a course
for Restoration of the norm
While all put use to each resource
we all progress towards grand reform.
Dear God, of all men, make us fond
on buckled knees, we fall to pray
Deliver us from what Beelzebub spawned
and for our children, lead the way.
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Your soul to no demon should you ever sell.
*1. "The Storm" refers to "Der Sturmer", the Nazi publication/
*2. "Living Space" refers to "Leibenschraum", Hitler's term for Jewish parameters.