– A flashback, I can see That skinny 12 year old – that’s me I am that child Same stirring brain Same piercing eyes I am that child again With ghosts of yesterday – so near Inside, explore – haunting memory so dear Yes, I am that child Molded, scolded “Always, tell the truth! Work hard – good grades Obey – believe! Schma Yisroel, Adomay Elaohanu, Adonai Echod Believe, believe in only one great God” My feelings strong and sound As in youth, in spite of all, I hold my ground I am that child “Yes, Mutti, Ja, Pappi I will obey” Your mores values mine This and every day My people’s belief Chiseled, into my very being Mysterious, seeking, most divine An aberration by design. I am that child Fearful, the mocking sound Jude, Jude! Everywhere the ominous red swastikas Demeaning news broadcasts Jude, “Israel” Jude, thief, crook, cheat “Der Sturmer” – I witness, listen - Heil – Heil – the sea of raised arms, Clicking heels - in unison the roar of crowds Inhibited – I ask: “Am I really a 3rd class nobody?” Me, the innocent boy – what is happening? Everywhere the evil aura of blind, ignorant hate Hasse (hate) die Rasse (the race) - Juden Raus! I am that child whose wings were clipped That child, in love, American shipped Those wings now healed, I fly again The ugly scar – so evident, always to remain