They All Fall In Line

Molly Lorenz

Mrs. Viera

Creative Writing

10-06-09

They All Fall In Line

 

I wear the four-sided red figure,

The Nazi symbol begins to blur.

Exposed like an infant, I start to crawl,

And soon the pieces will start to fall.

 

The planes up above,

Destroyed like the dove.

I’m pressed into a wall,

And then the pieces begin to fall.

 

The devil took my hand,

And he told me that I can.

The silence pierced through all,

And then the pieces began to fall.

 

I make the fear in the enemies’ eyes.

I shoot the bullet that destroys their disguise.

Dead on the ground, crumpled up like a doll,

And then the pieces began to fall.

 

Don’t ask me why it is I do,

I don’t ask you – why would you?

I cut your strings, I watch you sprawl,

And then the pieces begin to fall.

 

Punished for joining this war,

I am now heartless in my core.

Don’t ask for mercy – a useless stall,

And soon the pieces will start to fall.