Hugs For Hitler Poem by matt fromm

We're only happy when we're dying. and we're all dying. the man on the pulpit needs your support. why would you even think of an assasination? why would it even occur to you to challenge him (or her) . clearly this individual has deeply rooted personal issues. have we all but forgotten the art of compasion? this one upsmanship thing we do needs to go away. its a detriment. that dude wants us dead. so i want him dead. dont see that murder only leads to certain death?
we look for things to hate. our teachers have taught us that hatred, biggotry, unkindnessness :) is essential to our feeble human condition. not true. conflict and crisis do in fact keep us going as a species but for gods sake, its simply not that fun. being full of 'it' will most certainly weigh you down. and it will kill you (us) .
so when it comes to those jack booted lads who wish to destroy you... offer a nice hug. dont fight em. slide a flower into the nearest orifice you can find and say 'have a nice day'.
do it!
and you just might avoid taking that trip to a lovely camp where your dignity, life, essence gets ripped from your loins and incinerated.
common sense, right?