Delayed Justice Story Poem Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I fear no foe that I can see
but rather those who strike by night
They cloak their acts in secrecy
because they cannot stand the light.

I made a powerful enemy
when I was young and in my prime.
Who swore to take revenge on me.
I know somewhere he bides his time.

My friends think I am paranoid
obsessed with high security.
Though it is better to avoid
Any and all possibility.

Of course I cannot validate
my fear of a conspiracy.
It doesn’t matter it’s too late.
I fear my foe has poisoned me.

His plans were made with subtlety.
He has corrupted some close friend
Some one I trusted utterly.
I should have known you can’t defend.

Against all possibilities.
I tried my best but I have failed.
Too many opportunities.
It seems my enemy has prevailed.

News of my death will prompt release
of documentary evidence.
To the world press and the police.
Negate his claims of innocence.

To show the world just what he was.
In the dark days of Nazi rule
Unpublished until now
because I hesitated like a fool.

I had sufficient evidence
to have his history reviewed
and to expose his false pretence.
But was not confident I could.

prove his guilt beyond all doubt.
Until I found the final clue.
Somehow he managed to find out
about what I planned to do.

He was convinced nobody knew
About the research I had done.
Which in effect was quite true.
I much preferred to work alone.

He wanted to be rid of me.
and though his plan met with success.
I will defeat my enemy
The fact I’m dead is matterless.

He sought revenge I sought justice
His is a pyrrhic victory.
I have ensured he’ll pay the price.
for his past sins and cruelty.

The proof of his identity
at least of who he used to be
Will stand up to close scrutiny
He’s not the man he claims to be.

A Jew who managed to survive.
he stole a new identity.
And some how managed to contrive
to convince every one but me.

Though he is held in high respect.
because of his ability
There is no way he can protect
his reputation for honesty.

Although I chose to work alone
The papers that I leave behind
Will show the truth to everyone
He was in fact a mastermind


of the final solution.
Which brought about the Holocaust.
There can be no absolution.
He freely chose he was not forced.

Unlike the wretches that he killed
because he had the power to.
His twisted dreams could be fulfilled.
do anything he wanted to.

I was not fooled I could see through
the lack of continuity
and spent my life determined to
destroy his false identity.

He thought if he was rid of me.
He would be safe no one doubt
the truth of his false history
But very soon he will find out.

He has not heard the last of me.
There is no way he can deny
The truth of his identity
Although the world may wonder why.

He was allowed to get away
with his charade so easily
But in the chaos of those days
he was not checked sufficiently.

The time has come when he must face.
A different reality
of opprobrium and disgrace.
It had to come eventually

Although he tried to live a lie.
Fate had other plans in mind
The clues I needed she’d supply
Though they were difficult to find.

I was obsessed I had no choice.
It seemed that fate had chosen me
to give unnumbered dead a voice.
Which I have done quite obviously.

I won’t be here to celebrate.
He was a step ahead of me.
but he had left it far too late.
I claim the final victory.

Friday,13 November 2009
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