Herbert Nehrlich Poems
He pulled the trigger
on that noisy morning
in the Bunker of Berlin.
The pages of Mein Kampf,
just briefly soaked
were used to start
the fire that would mark
the end of an epoch
that had, astonishingly, given
birth to itself in 1928.
When a fanatic says a word
of hatred or of utter bigotry,
one must believe, as if it were HIS word
or be forever in the net of rank complicity.
So, he is dead and gone
but something ugly thrives,
it is called Hitlerism.
And it has spread to reach
all corners of a peace-less globe.
It dresses in the ...
Have you heard of a girl named Norina?
She's a poet and just fourteen.
Not an Artist, nor Ballerina,
but a poet with talent, and keen.
Take a look at her contributions:
they are lovely and meaningful, sweet.
If you're talking of elocution,
she's truly and well on the beat.