the lambs are led once again
to the abattoir of your emptiness
you said you’ll tell the truth
yet again so many are lost

into iron chambers led to die
in breathlessness
you hold your nation in thrall
and shed blood, but the hollows remain

millions died for what for what
just for you it seems
and the seeds of your hatred
still grows in rot

who will bare witness to this genocide
even angels turn away and cry
mein herr, you are lost
in your own designs

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Adolph Hitler was a very sick man. This poem is about him. This poem is dedicated to his victims. May the genocides end.

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