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fuzzy1954

Europa

Tags: hate, fear, war

Laughed at the Corporal

War clouds formed once again over Europe. Evil had returned. This is to honour all that perished with the rise of Nazism and the start of war on September 1st 1939.

End of another warm summer.

Puffs of cotton clouds.

Warm breezes off the Channel.

Cow bells clanging.

Peace.

 

Dark clouds forming.

Fear and Hate reclaimed.

Stars sown.

Synagogues lit the night.

Still people went quiet.

Fear. 

 

Demi Gods spoke.

"One cannot shoot with butter,

But with guns."

Swords rattled.

Jack boots echoed.

Hate.  

 

Neighbors tired.

Turned a blind eye.

Bleed white.

Twenty short years ago.

Laughed at the Corporal.

Appeasement.

 

Birds singing.

Farmers in the fields.

Harvest time.

Foolish men.

Unaware.

War.

 

 

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