That Old Crooked Cross
How do you look in a brown shirt, Hanna? That's what your friends
All are wearing these days. Have you perfected your goose step
And straight arm, burnt any books, learned to bark out, "Sieg heil?"
Your time's running out. All the neighbors are watching, and listening,
Hanna. The law still proclaims that you can speak freely, but you'd
Better watch what you say.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-11-08 at 18:45
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