The Unreal And The Sane Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The unreal versus the real

As a toddler, there was a war on, not that I noticed, there
Was a German camp nearby and I was their mascot let me sit
On cannons and their enormous horses, they also gave me
Chocolate and slices of bread with strawberry jam; so far my
War was idyllic.
Reality!
There were shoots in the night, and the camp was lit up
Russian prisoners had tried to escape and sot for their attempt
On my walk I came across dead Russian, I knew they were gone
They had been my friends too, and snow was falling.
A big German took me in his arms and carried me home I Think
I had been crying; he told me it was a dream and to forget it.
Stillness, yeas the stillness is what I remember no farmers were out
The land was empty.
I didn`t visit my soldiers anymore preferred to play with the dogs in
The back yard I wanted to go home to my mum and just as peace broke out
I was sent home from the farm and witnessed the jubilation of
People who had been occupied for five years; and it was the beginning
Of cold winters and scarcity, they bore with forbearance.