"Whose Clock?" -(Carroll - Reflections on Constantine's Sword #4)
I have a rock; he had a clock;
Both artifacts obtained or bought,
Which beg the question – “whence they came
Into my hand – what’s owner’s name?”The unnamed loot of tragedy,
A mixture no sagacity
Can cover as a gentle fact,
When really force was part of that.Who gains with loss of native voice?
What church is blessed by Hitler’s voice?
As offspring melt into the gloom,
As multi-culture’s filled the room?So we would like to sanitize,
Remember early shift in size
With compliments to few, when most
Conspired (or acquiesced) to roast –The Jews – which changed a continent,
As Pol-Pot did, and Stalin sent
His “misfits” to an early death;
Who’s gain, as all now catch their breath?For history’s not “past” today,
For attitudes are still in play;
They stopped the Nazi’s killing folks
From kith and kin, but Jewish blokes –They let the Nazis, in plain sight,
Kill off throughout that longest night;
Protected perks, and doctrine, power;
But Jews were shipped off by the hour.So “Why” is central to his book,
As he invites a second look
At Shoah – that catastrophe –
Which in my rock, his clock, we see.navigation