Swastika Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He dreamed about the swastika,
it rose over America,
the people thought it was too late,
that Nazis now would rule their fate.

The people, as is always true
were dumber than a vagrant's shoe.
But no one told them they were free
to let old symbols live and be.

It scares them when they realise
that life seems always a surprise,
perhaps their maker should have seen
that dullards oftentimes turn mean.

They have so little in their brains,
but just enough to suffer pains
from knowing that their own IQ
would barely get them in a zoo.