In April 1945 he was 56 years old
And in defeat this last story is told
The nest of vipers has its last party made
But in a deep concrete bunker they did fade
They have lost their 10000 year Reich in war
And for them it will be lost forever more
Hitler's birthday cake with the last flour in form
From wheat grown on the fertiliser strewn
Fertiliser from the Jewish bones ground together
For each innocent burnt in the Buchenwald gather
Is it a last cannibal's tale to eat the vanquished ones
And try to demonstrate to the world your rule of guns
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He had a dream to make Germany, a winner in the war but he was the one who made it a loser. You can't flourish by violent and terroristic principles. Lovely poem in rhyming verse conveying message to mankind