Burn
The tinder caught the instant that the Major first set eyes on
The annoying barracks' Colonel with the irritating smile.
A vague suspicion sparked by his remarks, his whole demeanour;
Not the cowed response expected, whether brass, or rank and file.
The heat increased with every odd event which plagued the Stalag;
Every missing high official, every bridge and train destroyed,
Every secret rendered useless, every scientist defected,
Every time he was accused of being deeply paranoid.
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And now that fire was burning, with the fiercest white-hot flame.
As he faced the firing squad,
He knew precisely who to blame.
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