a very scandinavian nazi

A Very Scandinavian Nazi.

He was a mundane man, a slightly stooped cobbler,
mild mannered and quiet, not given to easy patter.
he had great dreams though, of clicking heels, nazi
salute and a smart uniform, believed that some
people were chosen to rule over others and that he
was one of them; and listening to loose talk he knew
who were the enemies of the new order.

He welcomed the occupier who gave him a uniform
corporal, not too high a rank, he had to earn his
stripes. The occupiers knew that type of man they
treated him well and thanks to his diligence many
terrorists were arrested and some were shot; and he
strutted through town, for once feared by everyone,
even, it was said, by some of the occupiers.

Occupiers never win, (Israel take notes,) they always
lose, (USA take notes,) retreat, capitulation and our
cobbler was arrested wearing the enemy’s uniform;
spent years in prison where he quietly mended boots
as was his métier. Upon release, he was an elderly,
man, since there weren’t that many cobblers around
he was quietly welcomed to open up his shop again