Origami Boy

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012 Under: Rhymed Verses


Origami Boy

He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard
“It’s off to the ovens for the soulless turds” were words his companions carelessly uttered
From the bleachers observing they'd watch candidly as people disbanded and suffered
Is this the skin of a superior person? He ran his hands up his face like a serious surgeon
But he couldn’t see the assertion, he was in a dream that was hurtful
The Jewish family down the street didn’t seem to deserve this evil subversion
That damn media circus, propaganda officers would preach in a circle,
His mind said race mathematics were wrong; avoid the public throngs, leap over hurdles
But ignorance is a disease that is terminal, one that can easily purge you...
The Wandervögel advanced through his town, thousands of capsized peers
Then stead of scalping they ran around like wild Indians with clipped off rabbi beards
A bad idea - he couldn’t share the same hive minded aggression, no rage in his veins
He found his way home while they helped the Wandering Jew find their place…in a grave
This was an age of the vague, painted in gray, standing tall in it’s capsulate citadel
The Twelve Tribes of Israel, twelve feet under, sprinkled with the ashes of Ishmael
Smog of blonde locusts became the wrath of God, bedazzled by hissing Heils
Embattled commission’s failed, most opposing Germans relaxed back on their Chippendales
Superstition about religion was administered and the draconic dragon ribbon sailed
Origami boy rode it into the sunset without chippin’ a nail -
Can I march into manhood proud or is cold blooded murder what this existence entails?
They stuck his brothers in the trenches, enlisted in duality enriched hands
Making a salary for sick plans, the Hitler Youth automaton personalities of tin cans
FINISH HIM! FINISH THAT JEW! Even then, they made fatalities legit brands
They sensed doubt in their comrade! Resentment! “You little trite -- fag -- LIAR!”
Origami boy saw hatred burning deep in their eyes that’d rival the Reichstag fires
Taken to a ghetto, handed a pistol, ordered to shoot a homeless beggar
POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW
...and that's the story of Origami Boy who folded under pressure.

In : Rhymed Verses 



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