The Bier Frauline
A Glimpse of Willful Ignorance
The Bier Frauline,
alas to serve for her entire youthful life.
Drunks all around,
never leaving her alone as she walks past.
A rumbling draws the dust,
from the old bottles behind the bar.
Standing alone in this nights,
deadening silent shifts into.
I hear yells, as they start and grow near,
Gestapo’s running through the cobblestone roads, it is easy to tell.
Heavy boots tap against the stone as they run
The cracks of doors shutting with great speed,
echo through the night.
Many more cracks I hear,
from wood being broken in.
Cries of babes,
screaming of mothers.
Litter the air as a plague,
never being attend to with help.
A sharp sound freezes time it seems,
the crying, and screaming drops off one by one.
All is quit once more except the drunks,
I the Bier Frauline continue serving.
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