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Poetry: Kristallnacht

A populace pushed to the brink,
Legislated out of their homes,
Their livelihoods taken away,
Made desperate and afraid.

A child lashes out,
Too young to know the consequences.
Retaliates once, barely at all.
Still the oppressors take their cue.

Jumping into action like a missile,
The coil, delibrately wound, bursts.
A rainbow painted crimson.
A tragic echoed past repeated in the falling glass.

A hundred years, how soon we forget.
A short decade of chummed waters,
A society fallen to frenzied hate again.
Time is a circle, and the glass snow falls anew.


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