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NEW WORLD ORDER
“Even the devil disguises himself as an angel of light.” 2 Corinthians 11:14
Maybe as children they weren’t afraid of the dark
Somewhere in it, a fire always burned
That never extinguished sight
Around it the old Nazis gathered
Maybe they began in brightness then entered shadow
The New World Order promised change
And some girls liked to stroke their prickly heads
They, too, enjoyed it
Maybe they came to believe
It’s not so bad to ask, “What would Hitler do?”
To follow him for what he did
And yet deny he did it
Maybe after all the hippies, preppies, and goths
Neo Nazi seemed like just the next turn in the road
They formed a secret society
That, yet, was not so secret
But what fellowship is there with light and darkness?
They cannot form allied forces
Fire cannot dance on water
How strange that even today
All roads lead away from Berlin
The hub of a spiral
The swirling swastika
That ancient symbol of the sun
From there the devil set down his little hoof—
Placed it forward, then the other, and again
Like Dorothy in her ruby slippers
Skipping along the yellow brick road
Maybe he seemed innocent enough
Pigtails and horns—
He smiled that broken-toothed grin
His sooty knees knocked together
Bashfully, like a gay
--Previously published in GNU and included in the collection “The Meaning of Life,” available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/A.-Cates/e/B006…
“Even the devil disguises himself as an angel of light.” 2 Corinthians 11:14
Maybe as children they weren’t afraid of the dark
Somewhere in it, a fire always burned
That never extinguished sight
Around it the old Nazis gathered
Maybe they began in brightness then entered shadow
The New World Order promised change
And some girls liked to stroke their prickly heads
They, too, enjoyed it
Maybe they came to believe
It’s not so bad to ask, “What would Hitler do?”
To follow him for what he did
And yet deny he did it
Maybe after all the hippies, preppies, and goths
Neo Nazi seemed like just the next turn in the road
They formed a secret society
That, yet, was not so secret
But what fellowship is there with light and darkness?
They cannot form allied forces
Fire cannot dance on water
How strange that even today
All roads lead away from Berlin
The hub of a spiral
The swirling swastika
That ancient symbol of the sun
From there the devil set down his little hoof—
Placed it forward, then the other, and again
Like Dorothy in her ruby slippers
Skipping along the yellow brick road
Maybe he seemed innocent enough
Pigtails and horns—
He smiled that broken-toothed grin
His sooty knees knocked together
Bashfully, like a gay
--Previously published in GNU and included in the collection “The Meaning of Life,” available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/A.-Cates/e/B006…
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