The Ensign

by | Jan 3, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

The ensign unfurled, draped in crimson red,
With swastika motif emblazoned for dead.
Germany was at war, unyielding, unforgiving;
Tyrannical power
Boots and helmets, rifles glistening aproud;
Marching, crusading towards the
Babylonian tower
Of strength; frenzied, entombed in the shroud
Of death to follow, yet no victory more
Hollow
That erode the shouts of ‘ Heil Hitler’ for
Tomorrow
He too would be dead and no more shall the
Ensign unfurl crimson red, for Hitler was now dead…..
……….Amidst his sea of crimson red.

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