'Twas the summer of '42
Etched in memory
The tyranny
Of a fascist dictator
Bearing an inverted swastika
However,
I wasn't born
Yet....
But a synchronous me
Lived back then
Persecuted and forced to flee!
Today, age sixteen,
I wonder:
Is it a dream
Or is it reality?
© 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write. Good to see a poem and away from the Senryu format.