a/n: a short scene expanded on, from "Hold That Tiger". Some things are harder for Schultz to ignore, than others…a blonde girl-shaped prisoner, for example…


Unsaid


I was born to make toys, not guard prisoners in barracks;

A man, not of war, but of peace.

I dream of the day when the guns will be silenced;

When battles and slaughter will cease.

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I know that I'm viewed as naive, unobservant;

A blustering, cowardly fool,

Who shuts eyes and ears to all kinds of shenanigans,

Capers and plots and misrule.

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I am wilfully ignorant, bribable, gullible;

Miss what's in front of my face;

In thrall to French cooking, struck dumb by warm strudel;

Spot nothing bizarre taking place.

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So…pulleys and ropes, moving planks by the bunk beds

Are easy to see, then dismiss;

And I'm fooled by a stuck-on moustache and false accent…

Am I really as stupid as this?

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Surely this time, though, my cover is broken,

They know that I know what they are…

A lady in camp, being measured for clothing,

Must strain my position too far.

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But, I walk past the lady, the tape, and the tailor,

As though there is nothing awry.

A timed double-take as I gaze at the Colonel;

A challenging gleam in his eye.

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I turn to the lady, who's following orders

To simply stay still, not react.

I scuttle away as if scared by her presence;

Convinced that they know it's an act.

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They know, with one word, I could easily topple

Their set-up…just think what I'd gain,

If I told those in charge of the scale of deception;

And yet, as before, I refrain.

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I want what is best for my home and my country,

To spare those I love from more harm;

I look at those monsters, who act as our leaders,

With horror and utmost alarm.

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So, for now, I'll persist with unspoken collusion;

My role unacknowledged, unsaid.

Though others might note every fact and fine detail;

I'll see and know nothing instead.

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