02-14-2013, 08:37 AM
The year is 1938
An old man remembers watching his
Father cutting grass in a Vienna park
On hands and knees not daring to look up
Should he catch the eyes of his oppressors
Passers by fear to look should they too
Come under the gaze of the men in brown shirts
An old man remembers as a child watching
His father cutting grass with his teeth
An old man remembers yellow stars
The beginning of the end
never make someone your priority when to them you are only an option