A Little Homing Pigeon, Winkie

when I strolled alone I saw the pale blue sky with gloomy clouds

floating heavy near my head, high in the sky.

Deeps and woods then vales and hills are creep and scream

when all at once I saw unlucky swarm of menful aircraft

A host, tyrant Nazi; slaughtering Jewish worms

Burning he wreaks and burying the dead's

frightening and bawling filled the breeze.

Continuous as the souls that cry

and trembling lives on earth are yet to fell in sheol

were stretched in never-ending lines in abide by,

along the racial margins - tossing into gas chambers 

Millions saw I at times,

The troops beside them offended; 

that they out-did their chore in the shoah

Ahuman could not, but the greater Nazi with such a s jocund peer

I shall take much time to grieve - a little homing pigeon winkie

unaware of the truth I flighted to home.

A little did I thought what wealth they had pushed to death

for often, when on the sky I fly in a vacant or pensive mood

they functioned non-stop upon tormenting gloomy polonia and that 

my heart covered of devastating blues

and what can a bird do in aids.

I shall grieve my glooms alone.