Lustful Hate

Born to a breed he never wants to own,
Throwing all of his family away so he could be alone.
Hating those that made their mark from his start,
He rushed away to be far apart.
An artist by will he went to study with the great,
But they issued him a failure and gave him a new fate.
Because he could create a human image on a slate,
The cast him out to fuel his ever growing fate.
He took the rings of war with a gleeful pride,
And let his hate and malice is his guide.
In dusty halls of drunken fools that had no one to lead,
He left each night planting a hateful seed.
Telling them of one kinds master plan to own it all,
Cry out for justice to see them finally fall.
With no one really being a voice to go against word,
The others that thought he was wrong would just not be heard.
But in the blackest of corners his plan sprung a trap,
To eliminate all those who thought his views were crap.
Killing with no regard to what others would think,
He began killing thousand on letters in ink.
By the time the nations were at war and was set on stage,
He unleashed his vision of unbridled rage.
Sending thousands to burn and be shot on sight,
For no Jew in his land could escape his plight.
He rolled over there bones with a delight of a child,
A vengeful man with hat gone wild.
Even when he knew his reign would come to an end,
His vision of the extinction of the Jews did not bend.
No he held on killing them like cattle head,
Leave their bodied in ditches broken and beaten and dead.
Fear not for this man had his judgment day,
For in the fires of hell and the crematorium it was fitting he was left in the color gray.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004