So the Fuhrer is still alive?
Is he fit?
Ran Germany with an iron hand,
Everybody jumped to attention until April 1945,
Now you tell me that Adolf is breathing,
Still in Berlin.
So where is he?
In hiding,
Running another country,
Even at his advanced age,
Nervously cradling his buckle,
Standing on a podium somewhere in another dimension,
Still screaming.
Comments
girlbear | July 24, 2009 - 20:14
The last two lines are chilling! What an awful thought...but a very interesting poem :)
Amazon | September 3, 2009 - 09:30
Hi girlbear,
Thanks for your comments. I wanted to add a twist to this poem. Adolf had amazing power until 1945.