Hitler Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hitler



Hitler

Hitler thought
“I am right.”
And he was,
(In his mind)

Then came Bush
Secret cells in Europe
Many killed; or tortured
(Mostly were innocent.)

Kick; ball turned
(Now your turn)
Dictator, you hate all.
You, Hitler of our time.

Who are you, why not name?
You know best; take mirror.

Thursday, March 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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