When A Spy Had Waken Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

When a spy had waken
From Germany, his daffodils spreaden.
When daffodils shown in foreign airs
Acid rain in mens’ hairs.

From the days of the first majorence
It started by the spy in offence
A famous spy, a country knows
Never knew the badly years,
The bell of black weapons.
Day by day ripens,
From people to people, alive, never knew
The before gones before knew from God
That cruel Father had a Son, suddenly
Who was started by that spy
Adolf Hitler, by which people knew
Germany’s supreme hell.

She was awaken by him sleep again.

Using the father’s unborn sun
To live again with pride, and the Sun.
Survivors before with people, saw the syllabus
The son has taken an improved chaos
Germany has awaken by that son
The Sun, who’s shining who see, stone blind.
It will show light, very close, that sun lie
The more and close they’ll see, many will die.
Thanks to Hitler and his devils,
The master pet of the Sun.
The son of World War 1
With a fiery pen
With one touch, nobody.

Germany awoke to die.

An experience faced by men to Father.
Survivors before with machinery weather
Dying this time, cowards fleeing
And the wolf, pet of the Death Sun
With laughing eyes he saw, ate a pet bun.
The Rising Sun’s lights are dark
By the sorrow people, alive and dead.
He was brought in by Wolf Hitler
The Managing Crisis Head.
He was and is king of all wars
death of all things in wars
That came to it or it gone to them
Before the dyers died, sang their anthem.

But Germany awoke
To meet defeat.

That rising sun, proved dark lights
To dyers, with Hitler himself
When defeated, couldn’t get help.
The snake of the world
Ate up a killing tactic.

The bvaves survived,
the cowards survived
Germany awoke to die.

The Son of the Father
Seeing his pet, he died.
The Father, The Son, the pet-meant
Laughing funerals from World.
At last what a peaceful sun
The next peace sun,
but newly bads behind.
With repenting days will rule Hitler
All life in Hell and Hellers,
The only Satan to be seen famous.
Some worst than him, not for it aimous.
The lover of Germany rolled legal cradle
Illegally causing the son’s birth
Deliberately doing the work’s dirt.
Known by all-World War 2
Pet of master, who then did pet
Hiding in his master’s cradle
What a love, illegal lover!
Hitler’s dying and all are pious
Some, the bads, grivious
But do all know who next comes,
Bad or good it becomes.
Someone’s rolling the dark cradles
Will be doing and
Done what devil enables.
Tolerance for minorance
Is the rise of majorance.
Happiers of his death
Learned from Adolf Hitler,
Happy are those who saw him or not death
For his job, a Germany’s wolf.
Pet of World War 2
The riser of The Sun.
The dark hells by the black guns

Germany awoke to die.