Nuremberg Poem by Nicholas Peter

I sit,
awaiting my trial.
You look at me,
with your usual Gestapo stare,
interrogation ready.

I stand trial,
for lies and bullshit,
a real Fascist smile,
mocks your Democrat stoicism.

Confidence,
emanates from me,
After all I'm seventeen,
I know everything don't I?
You can't bring me down.

Standing in your Reichstag,
my sentencing is given,
harsh an cruel.

'For the crimes of lying',
No please, I'm innocent,
'And treachery',
I didn't,
'Drug use, underage drinking, and lewd activities',
No!
'You will be imprisoned.'

25-to-life,
stuck here with you,
A proper Warsaw punishment,
A Dachau dread,
sentencing.