Prologue

Born to flying glass
bombs strafing shrapnel murder
from me expect no pleasing tones
no obscurities
Reared in the light of the fires
gorging themselves on human flesh
my mind was clarified

Kind words I was not born to
but the shout to shelter fast
To trees or to birds I was not born
nor to a king of any kind
nor to ambiguity
I was born to people in distress
held captive celebrating death

I was born to hate
and the bible for my life
was in the propaganda books
Enemy nazi jackboot
- the words that thrilled me first
Flames that light my life
to flying glass born