. Not the Third Reich... Yet It makes me burn to hear the left berate Good policy and leaders they dislike With claims the U.S. is a fascist state--- “A Nazi nation just like the Third Reich.” Invoking Hitler’s name with chilling ease They publish propaganda that’s untrue. They swarm like “mostly peaceful” killer bees And mock the slaughters which mark World War II. It’s time to be reminded of the truth: The Germans recognized one Master Race And made their children join the Hitler Youth; Though blond and blue eyed, if you had one trace Of Jewish blood they pulled you from your home And forced you to a death camp via train Where showers reeked of zyklon-b laced foam And neither face nor bone were seen again. America, thank God, fights laws like those Of Nuremberg---dark mandates, loud as thunder, Enshrining hate of Jews and those who chose Compassion. Marriages were ripped asunder. Home ownership revoked; the right to school Revoked; the right to practice one’s profession Revoked. Mein Kampf hung over every rule As Europe fell to Hitler’s mad obsession. Imagine if our largest corporations Assisted genocide like Porsche or Bayer, Or Volkswagen! They pillaged lesser nations For slaves, blasé to murder and despair--- So long as inventories weren’t deficient. They manufactured tanks and poison gases To make asphyxiation more efficient When silencing and processing the masses. America is free of brutal labs Where vivisection’s done on living twins. I don’t see corpses being stacked on slabs Because their genes displayed eugenic sins. I see no people being kept like cattle With neither water, food nor even clothes. I do not see a führer forcing battle Because his insane lust for conquest grows. Though leftists smugly libel us and gloat, We share no kinship with a Nazi state. America protects your right to vote. You have the right to either love or hate. You have the right to worship where you want. You are not barred from travel or profession; You have the right to march and shout and taunt, To marry, to pursue some pet obsession. You need not hide in attics or some cave Or choose which of two children must be stabbed. You won’t be forced to lay bricks as a slave Nor have your art and heirlooms simply grabbed. You keep your wedding ring, your dignity, The gold which fills your teeth. Your kith. Your kin. That brand new lampshade next to the TV Was probably not made with human skin. You’ve had enough? Then stop this defamation! Not only are we not a Nazi state, We treasure freedom more than any nation And won’t submit to calumny nor hate. We push back tyranny with our last breath And fight those who block speech, whose words are rife With hate, who try their best to promote death. America, thank God, stands strong for life. . . The Electrical Charge inspired by a story in The American Conservative I see these words of rage on someone’s site: “How dare our highest legal Institution Assert abortion should not be a right Protected by the U.S. Constitution? These judges are inhuman. Primitive! They make us women slaves. How can we live?!” Well. After getting through this harsh invective I too feel anger. No, not at the Court. At her---this shallow fool whose prime directive Is freedom to treat careless sex as sport And never face the inconvenient strife Of being judged for terminating life. Her next words are “It’s just a clump of cells Inanimate, unthinking, just a clot With an electric charge.” And then she tells Those people who don’t think like her “to rot.” This woman’s bankrupt soul seems all but lost. Is trying to persuade her worth the cost? Here’s what I’d say if I could change her mind: That even though it may seem quite unfair The bodies of true females are designed Quite differently from men. They’re meant to bear The children of our world. There’s just no question: Biology is more than a suggestion. I’d pose a question tied to love and marriage. What of the wife and husband who despair Because the wife has suffered a miscarriage? They loved that “clump of cells.” They were aware Of every kick. They even picked a name. Some cells? A baby? Are they not the same? I’d say don’t be dismissive of the fact This “clod of cells” will one day walk and sing. This piece of life will hope and weep and act As if its mother loved it. This wee “thing” Is Mozart, Lincoln, Shakespeare, Einstein, Pope. How can you bring yourself to kill such hope? You did not plan it so you choke its birth, Asserting “choice, ” pretending you’re not haunted. But moral people don’t say life has worth Based solely on the question: Is it wanted? What then of the disabled, old and ill? Would you abort them also with a pill? Ask anyone who yearns to have a child: It’s sacred, not some protoplasmic clod! How dare you let its promise be defiled? It has a soul like every child of God. You might not want to hear it but it’s true: That unborn child is you. And you. And you. . . Brian Yapko is a lawyer who also writes poetry. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.