I was only young,
When my father died.
He’s strictness ways,
abused my pride.
He would beat me, and put me down.
Like I was a street dog begging for scraps.
How could the man I looked up to,
hate he‘s son so much?
Disregarding my Artistic mind.
For ever wanting me to be like him.
A law enforcement, with a firm hand
A solid grasp touch,
To save this land.
My mother wished the same life for me,
Only she cared of what I wanted to see.
A little older, as I grew.
Apathy emerged,
I dropped out of school.
Shortly then, My mother dies.
Cancer back then,
Today it still lies.
At this point,
I decided to be,
A great man of visionary….
Without an education.
Rejection repeated
Anger sets in…
Frustrated, defeated…
I join the legion of brothers.
To fight for a right,
To tread like no other.
To carnage within plain sight.
During my Thirties I saw,
In death of my foes.
I climb the rank to leadership,
Command and conquer.
My line of Tyranny.
At last I feel power.
Strength to control.
I am the master of puppets..
The Evil of pure!
That is how I became.
ADOLF HITLER.
TYRANT TO ALL!
Sieg heil…
(Hail [to] Victory…)
Sieg heil…
(Hail [to] Victory…)
Sieg heil…
(Hail [to] Victory…)
~Empath~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem