Kristallnacht Poem by Bernard Kennedy

In the dead of night
when the moon was high
and crystals were energized
from natures moon,
energy to give life?

But this energy was dark and black,
and midnights' hidden faces,
showing shameful deeds.
Masked by moonlight.

Secret evil always hides its face,
and dark, unsigned letters,
whispered conversations, balaclava.
And breaking glass with running steps.

Truth will always face the Sun,
and not need back lane path,
like thieves. But open face
and call at front in day
and see Gods' face like
Moses glisten.

Shame upon you crystal sinners,
in your shame filled deeds
of darkness, empty hollows echo,
a dead tree, with a rotten bark.