"Red"
Painted suns are gold,
Skies are blue;
Red is the burning
The Germans went to.
Books are black,
Eyes are like ice;
Red are the apples
The farmer hated to sacrifice.
Green is pea soup,
Brown is for bread;
Red is the sky
Above the innocent dead.
"Words for an Accepting Man"
Hans
Giving, willing, and patient
Who loves the feeling of accordion keys
Who feels worried about Max's presence
Who needs his painting job for cigarettes
Who shares his wisdom and passion for music
Who fears the capture and death of Max
Who'd like to see his son, and know he's okay
Who dreams of Germans and Jews united as one
Who ends up being remembered for his golden heart
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