Standing...

Standing like Hitler,
over his silent troops,
I dare not say a word,
to him at all.
One wrong move,
one solitary word,
taken away,
less then perfect.

Hundred soldiers,
standing in line,
hundred soldiers,
standing in line,
hundred soldiers,
standing silent,
motionless.

Do I dare breathe,
or twitch an eye?
Standing silent,
never moving,
sitting straight,
back breaking,
wanting to move.

Hitler stands silent,
in front,
holding a box,
plain,
unwritten on,
minds wander,
imagination running free.

Snap to attention,
form a line,
collect your reward,
SS badges.
What we wanted,
what we earned.
Remember, obedience until death.

Old friends say,
it means Satan’s Servant.
I don’t care,
it’s what we wanted,
it’s what we earned,
it’s what we’ll serve.