Hitler Deliberates With Himself Poem by Gert Strydom

At first I was a corporal
but now I am the commander
of the highest general
where I move my armoured forces

my squadrons of warplanes
like lightning,
throwing the whole of Europe and even Russia
into great confusion.

Millions of people worship me,
follow my commands to exact precision
while the whole world lies in my hands
and just a speck of island stands in my way.

My commands go out:
“let rockets fall there day and night
without end, raining down like stars,
let them bend before me as a god! ”

I am the one, who cry along with German mothers,
who feels the wounds, the pain and suffering of my soldiers
the one that knows that a great future is waiting
and here I sit day and night looking at the world.

Even half-humans I make to bend to me,
in twenty two places like
Dachau, Buchenwald, Auschwitz where ovens are glowing,
for living space I hear crowds cheering
and some beyond my domain think that I am evil,
that blood is flowing in vain,

but they do not know how it is
to bring about change,
to exterminate those who had oppressed,
to stand like a god while your power is circling out.

You that look at me as if I am a monster,
maybe somewhere in your heart lies the same darkness.

Sieg Heil!