Scrambling up the mountain
The toothless old men
Shooting at two boys,
Their rightful share of Germany's greatness.
Later, out of luck, then in,
those boys:
Caught; forced to watch the toothless
Eat, drink and dance;
And out of indulgence-stoked
Greater need
Not to kill,
Let go.
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