The riptides of time surge about us now.

But should we hold fast, or go with the flow?

The slacktides of our time will never return

No matter how much we may come to yearn

For the warmth of our pasts and our present.

If history can teach us, only one thing,

It's that the future is not all that pleasant.

But I do take some comfort in one small detail

Whilst institutions crash and our politicians fail

For at a childrens party held only last week,

I met a small boy, shy at first, but not meek.

Only nine years old, but he much impressed me,

Jakob is a German Jewish child you see.

The last one, born in this town,  

They killed in 43.

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