Poetry

Monday, 21 February 2022

I can't help it

 íI can't stop staring at Nazis

I can't stop staring at Nazis

It's not fair,

They're right there


I'm in a central European bar

In a town name Miskolcz

And my girlfriend

Is ordering a slovakian snaps

I'm sitting at the table

And looking around at the scene

And there is a skin head nazi young man

Staring back at me


I can't stop staring at Nazis, I can't stop staring at Nazis

And it's unfair

It's so unfair

The Disadvantaged youth

Separated fromtheir father's love

It's the truth

They look for a system that gives them back their pride

Scapegoating the Jews

Making asylum seekers run and hide

Yet I can't help staring at Nazis

There is something so vulnerable there

Like they want to be looked after like babies

Which is why they shave their hair

They all look the same like in an army

They can fit in without an identity

And that is perfect for they don't know who they are

Oh I can't help staring at a Nazi in a bar

And he comes over to my table and sits down at my side, his girlfriend is waiting for him

But does he want me for his bride?

Is he going to punch me or tell me step outside?

Oh I can't help staring at Nazis whether I live or die

He talks some crazy language and I don't understand 

Then my girlfriend comes back

And he shrinks a bit

And we just keep on drinking through the night


Perhaps he wasn't a Nazi, he just had that kind of look

As a lot of them do around this town

It is their kind of hook

I don't suppose I'll return,

Though there was a nice old castle

If I see any more Nazis I'm going to explode

And they'll have to post me home in a parcel 


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