He came and stole the words she loved and hated,
In his pocket, while he gathered up the souls,
Confounded, over- under- estimation,
Humans with their fatal faulted goals.
Concentrating Nazis, all those people,
Compliant, in vicissitudes, they blamed,
As Death patrolled a world of colour flaming,
Where only very few were ever named.
The nameless marched and shuffled, sockets sunken,
Scarce of bread, more scarce of liberty,
Scapegoats for moustached aspirations,
Pillar-scourged by Christ’s humanity.
Muslims now, where Jews, or maybe black folk,
Gays perhaps or aborigines,
Red-skinned, each condemned in one stroke,
Pointed fingers back at you and me.
Death patrolled and wondered while he captured
Souls before they fell, he held them tight,
Whatever had they done and why the rapture
Of others he would meet one day or night.
Munchen times, the Dachaus and the ghettoes,
Golan Heights, Great Plains, upon our streets,
Look no further for the scythe or saviour,
Everyone we meet and how we greet.
Sickle thoughts while reading and to living,
One rush of air we’re gone, he passes on,
Steals our words, our actions, as deposits
Comes and goes, collects and moves along.
Banked eternally, all of our choices,
No choice for death, he does as he is told,
A Book Thief gifts her love, compassion,
Death carries secrets all should be foretold.
This was a beautiful book!
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It is. I cried this morning finishing it.
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It IS a great book and this piece not only does it credit but brings the message up to date.
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Thank you for that. Sincerely. It is always going to be a difficult subject but we need to remember.
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one of my favorite books that i have ever read. i cried throughout.
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I managed to hold it together till the end and then it was a torrent. Can’t beat a good greet. And this is the best I’ve had in a while. It was fab.
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you more than do justice to this incredible story
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Thanks, Paul. I can’t believe it’s been kicking about my house for a few years and I hadn’t read it. My son’s chuffed he was the one to put me onto it. Big saft eejit!
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It was a beautiful book; this is a beautiful poem. We need to remember. We need to understand why it’s important and timely. We need to wake up, and lead our lives from love, not fear.
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My sentiments exactly, Susan. Thank you.x
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