things are not 
always
what they seem
when things
are thoughts painted across
the minds of multitudes
here is Germany
these are her people
let us see 
how freely 
her blood can flow
how concise
her hatred focused
ray-like arbiter
can you send to us,
righteousness
Is sanctity
available to peasantry
or the exclusive realm
of the elect
yet ever
whispering
few
who dictate the 
conditions to be 
imposed
upon this time and that place
columbine
a hesitant
flower, always waiting
perhaps whispered to
by some starlit
raytheon 
of note and starry eyed wisdom
I know as much
as I had ever