This Poem Is For Hitler

This poem is for Hitler
this poem is not a joke
this poem is not about Springtime in Deutschland
über alas,
this poem is for those personas who have been
the scourge of mankind, who have laid waste to the
human race, who have killed without remorse, who
have seen fit to erase an ethnic face, those whose call
to perfection
endangers humanity itself:  its faceless face.

This poem is a reminder to those who have voted in their power.

This poem is a reminder to those who have taken away the
power of their people.