Oskar Hansen

Hero Or Traitor - Poem by Oskar Hansen


It was half dark in the yard where a group of men with heavy overcoats stood, this was a Nordic country and cold.
We´re freedom fighters but out enemy the occupier of our country, called us terrorists. A bald man showed us how he could subdue a dog by violence and he broke the dog till it licked his hand. We were going to blow up a train, I was given a packet of sandwiches to eat when on the run.
I walked out and saw the building surrounded by soldiers, the dog too was there I bent down to give it something to eat when the shooting started and there were much screaming, blood and noise my disguise flew
off- hat and wig- and I was bald also.
When I got up the shooting had stopped and I walked away followed by the dog, apparently they thought I was the person who had helped them.
A high ranking officer thanked me for saving so many lives.... he offered me a safe haven. Praise from the enemy of my country, knew I was doomed, history would call me a traitor, and there is no safe haven for that.
Meanwhile the man who was cruel to the dog would never be caught.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2014

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