"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.

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