9.Kommandants and Kapos. I've read more & seen more than enough Of Kommandants & Kapos, 'The complicity of the German People', To hope that if such things Were to happen again I would be a Rebel, an Objector, Not just in my words But in my blood, my bones, My heart, my skin.
A few months back I was in Munich Outside a lovely cafe Watching 4 long haired, blue eyed hippies Who smelt of dope & Sat drinking coffee. Just a few generations past They would have been in Smart pressed grey uniforms (With Death Head insignia), Still happy in their conversation, Their laughter, But soon to head off into the world There to do Truly Despicable Things.
My son, he loves to play computer games, Made by Disney no less, Where you kick, punch, shoot & destroy- Kapow! Kaboom! I want to show him a film or 2 About the Holocaust Because I need him to know What violence really is. But my wife says we should wait It's too soon, he's just a boy Let him live, let him grow, There are certain things, after all, About which there is no hurry For any child to know.
She is probably right- It is my problem not his. It just pains me to see him killing So gleefully, So scientifically (Strategically, mathematically) Without compunction or remorse. He is, after his homework, Allowed an hour a day For what, at times, seems to be His own little holocaust.