From a rejected young child
to a strong thought in his head
thousands had suffered
and millions left dead.
From painter to killer
like day turns to night
his mind proved murdurous
as he started a fight.
A fight, from a thought of a painter, you see? !
he killed, he took, he brought damnation on thee.
His name not forgotten, never it will
His name was the name that softly whispered 'kill'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem