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 creep and scream

when all at once I saw a swarm of menfull aircraft

A host, tyrant Nazi; slaughtering Jewish worms

Burning the wreaks and burying the dead

frightening and bawling filled the breeze.

Continuous as the souls that cry

and trembling lives on earth are yet to fall in Sheol

were stretched in never-ending lines to abide by,

along the racial margins - tossing into gas chambers 

Millions saw I at times,

The troops beside them were offended; 

that they out-did their chore in the shoah

A Human could not, but the greater Nazi with such a jocund peer

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

unaware of the truth I flighted home and happened to save the bombers.

Little did I think what wealth they had pushed to death

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

they functioned non-stop upon tormenting gloomy Polonia and that 

my heart covered with devastating blues

and what can a bird do to aid?

I shall grieve my glooms alone.