It was not that long ago, gentle friends
That callow innocents risked life and limb
To prevent fascists from achieving ends
Truly dark, though our present seems quite dim
We betray their sacrifices bloody
When we tolerate current echoes vile
Of rhetoric suited to Goebbels’ study
These ideas, we should instantly revile
Dehumanizing others is quite wrong
The love of blood and soil corrupts them both;
When from new mouths, we hear a bad, old song
We must, to ending it, pledge our own troth
Old evils are stirring in this, our day
We must remember the end of this play
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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