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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Messiah in Strasshof</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the grinding burden of the crusty past<br>dreary facts hide, jubilant verities hibernate, <br>haunting memories trumpet and overwhelm the poet<br>he is compelled to tell what cannot be told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But this is a true story and it must be told.<br>It happened long ago, as the ordeals of 1944 <br>curled into the agonies of 1945 <br>over the tormented body of war-weary Europe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Exhaling anguished stench soaked in torrents of blood<br>mighty armies clashed in apocalyptic combats, <br>against the forces of darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the unrelenting wintry cold<br>the fighting intensified along frontless fronts.<br>There were daily air raids and dog fights in the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Humming allied bombers flew towards their targets<br>and the German flak firing from the ground<br>pelted across the blue firmament feathery clouds<br>of bursting explosive shells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turning his back to the barbed wire fence<br>a slim and hungry eight year old boy<br>lifted his ebon eyes to the heavens, <br>beclouded with melancholic despair and oblivion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A prisoner in the Nazi concentration camp Strasshof, <br>a forlorn suburb of waltz-loving Vienna, <br>he stood dazed, almost catatonic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then suddenly as if appearing out of nowhere<br>a teenager started to talk to the boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he listened eagerly, <br>drinking the words with zest and fervor, <br>his eyes widely open<br>and glow in wonder and fascination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, the boy heard from his mysterious friend<br>that one day swords will be beaten into plowshares<br>and no nation will rise against others to wage wars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, then the days of halcyon will arrive, <br>wild lions will play peacefully with timid children <br>amid blossoming flowers on quiet river banks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day will come and people will be free and happy<br>because the Messiah is round the corner, <br>bringing redemption to the hungry, <br>the wretched and the hopeless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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haunting memories trumpet and overwhelm the poet
he is compelled to tell what cannot be told.

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