Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Nazis


There are Nazis everywhere
on the websites
on the cable
on the bus
at work
or out eating

Everything has to be
done right
with every gesture
every word
every posture
every stare
every cough
laugh
kiss
and sexual
pass

There are Nazis everywhere
they never really
died
living through
me
you
us
anyone

There is a Nazi
secretly living
in everyone
saying
'To hell with equal rights.'

Submitted: Sunday, December 09, 2012

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  • Leslie Philibert (12/9/2012 5:20:00 AM)

    I think your motives are very noble, but this poem doesn`t work - and the idea that there are Nazis living in everyone is not only stupid, it is an insult and simply not true. And a lot of people care about equal rights. So this
    is an awful poem. (Report) Reply

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