European Charm

I am just a helpless foreigner, good sir
she breathed, staring deeply into his eyes
there in the shadows by the Scunthorpe Post Office
the tall english gentleman and this black-haired Hungarian
 
I spotted as I passed by. Oh mum, such a flirt and over sixty
what would my step-father say if he knew
Said the Hungarian President in explanation later, it is harmless
this is normal with us, it adds spice to the day but not sexual!

Then ask, did our prima-donna breathe at the SS officers
in Nazi-land when she screamed for the return of purloined food
 Slav workers food being sold on the black market by these officers with no honour, surprised, this black haired woman shouting at them!

Did she breathe at the Rumanian SS man at the back of the hall,
when he discovered she was helping Czechs at Lidice under their noses
Army top rank before skipping to survive another day, given one chance
but she cursed him first as a coward, in the true spirit of her nation

She wore that one and only self hand-tailored navy suit
Her cherry red lipstick on her bow lips, glossy black hair curled
even in the mud of the refugee camps, never let standards drop
water we had there if cold, to wash each night and a tin bath

Many think they hate that seeming arrogance they can't understand
She and her Churchill, and that tall French man and others like them,
they never let go to the last day and don't moan to all and sundry
BBC 4 gave a talk on Peace and Heroes, it should be heard by all..

It is so misunderstood!