Hitler Burns
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Not many will believe these words. But, they are true. Even Jesus, in referring to hell, said, " . . . where the worm dies not."
Hitler is burning
He burned yesterday
He will be burning tomorrow
He began to burn immediately
after his last breath.
Hitler will burn forever.
He would gladly accept a drop
of cool water on his tongue
from the least of those at Auschwitz,
at Dachau, at Warsaw, at Flossenburg.
Now, he knows.
He needs no convincing;
how cruel he was,
how wrong he was,
how doomed he was,
from the moment he began
to devalue those he termed
“useless humanity.”
Now, he understands
that each one
was more acceptable than he.
He has total recall of each
prideful thought, callous decision,
every brutal act,
Now, he sees their faces
perpetually before him.
Hitler cannot escape the flames,
his torment will never end.
Yet he is not consumed.
Hitler burns.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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