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Let Morning’s Rise Paint Red Against the Sky – Sonnet Sevety-Six

Let morning’s rise paint red against the sky,
Betray the coming storm like lightning strikes.
Let businessmen play kings in hatred’s ply,
Incite their rage and feign to build their Reichs.

A time, we stopped the sin of slavery,
A time, we stopped the Native genocide,
A time, we fought, that people should be free,
A time, we sought for Liberty’s reside.

But now the time of hatred has returned,
As histories forgotten soon repeat.
It’s through these blighted thoughts that hatred burns
And claims: the “Neuen Juden” will defeat.

But we’re all “Jews,” we’re all the ones they hate,
So, bring the storm, the hour’s growing late.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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