Krystalnacht

Krystalnacht
With a tinkle the shards fall
Reflecting the light of burning torches
A melody of crashes,
And screams
Cries of protest
As people are dragged from their homes,
At the whim of a corrupt dictator,
A tyrant and a despot
In the streets the sound of marching,
daemons in the guise of soldiers
laughing as they herd people towards their doom
a rain of glass falls like diamonds
on this Krystalnacht
this night of broken glass