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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Krystallnacht 1938</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fear the sound of booted feet.<br> They inspire painful memories <br>though fragmented and incomplete<br>I can recall so vividly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound of breaking glass and boots.<br>I was too young to understand<br> the screaming jeers and gleeful hoots.<br>As storm troopers took full command </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and attacked Jewish properties.<br> Without restraint from anyone<br>protestors beaten to their knees.<br>All semblance of the law had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">November nineteen thirty eight<br>The Nazis had proscribed the Jews <br>the ninth a night of spite and hate. <br>Who lost all that they had to lose..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My parents sent me to the States<br> a privilege for which they had to pay<br>with everything they had. It grates<br>upon me still that I survived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because of their self sacrifice.<br> The guilt I feel still eats away<br>because they paid the final price.<br>I know I am alive today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because some cousins took me in<br> and raised me as American.<br>Although I was but distant kin<br>Though I would rather not, I can</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> recall that night so long ago.<br> The cries of men in agony<br>how much is true I do not know.<br>In dreams I see so vividly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dreadful scenes I did not see<br>deeply etched in memory. <br>A turning point in history.<br> affecting my whole world and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was a child of only eight<br>The Nazis killed my family<br>Though I was saved I had to wait<br>Til we defeated Germany.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To know for certain they were dead<br>along with many millions more.<br>The sound of boots fills me with dread.<br>I’m glad I can’t remember more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I have children of my own <br>a fit old man of seventy.<br>I wonder If I could have shown<br>their courage which would send me free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To strangers in a far off land<br> where they decided I would be<br>safer. I think I can understand<br>their only thought was to save me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder where it all began<br>I see no reason for it still.<br>Mans inhumanity to man <br>and don’t suppose I ever will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">30-Nov-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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 They inspire painful memories 
though fragmented and incomplete
I can recall so vividly

The sound of breaking glass and boots.
I was too young to understand
 the screaming jeers and gleeful hoots.
As storm troope..."></div>
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