by Devin Prater
Oh the millions,
Those poor civilians,
That died because of a man,
An insane one, a madman.
Oh the torture that was dealt,
So that he showed the madness he felt.
When will the killings end?
Why do you destroy people whose lives they can’t defend?
Oh so many screams did come forth,
From the East, SOUTH, West and North.
Oh such horrid people you are,
To murder, gas, burn and char,
So many people who did nothing to you,
And with you had nothing to do.
You killed them in such horrific ways,
That even the gladiators would cringe away.
And why commit such horrible crimes?
You got no dollars, quarters or dimes.
But God would not let this continue,
He would some day persecute you!
But some of you came to the light,
You decided to fight the good fight.
Did you do it from your soul?
Or did you just figure Hitler wouldn’t reach his goal.
But back to the evil ones,
The ones that didn’t save a life once!
Did you do all that from fear?
Did you believe Hitler would hear,
If you ever saved one man?
We know you could have, we know you can.
But you didn’t, you had no care,
You killed, and you didn’t wonder where,
Those poor people were raised up,
Or if they had family or even a pup.
You were mindless machines,
Built lean and mean.
Well you surely met his demand,
This leader of Deutschland.
Are you happy about what you’ve done?
Do you enjoy killing everyone?
Or has all that killing,
Washed away all feeling?
And the Jews did nothing to you!
But that race you thought you could subdue.
And you did all this for your master?
You caused your country to be a disaster!
Sometime from now the world will hate your land,
From many borders your people will be banned.
And its all because of you and your lord,
You lived and died by the sword!
But not even the Russians committed such acts,
As you have, you Nazi brats!
But I suppose you were always uncivilized brutes,
Even back to your Prussian roots.
But I know not all of you are brutal,
Most Germans are quite usual.
But because of you these peoples,
The folks that look up at the church’s steeples,
Are hated and feared across the land,
And governments are asked to kill them with demand.
And do tell how much blood was spilled,
When the leaders of the nations took over were killed?
Did you enjoy killing all of the Jews there,
In France, Norway, Poland, Holland, and almost everywhere?
Were you not happy with the people already dead?
Did you have to charge ahead?
Well, you almost made it come true,
To take the world, have it ruled by you.
To rule all and everything,
But nothing lasts forever, don’t you think?
Did you ever think you could be crushed,
Your army dead and your ruler hushed?
Did you try not to ponder it,
To evade until the bombs hit?
Well I’m sure you felt superior to us,
When you read Mein Kamf, that cursed book that was,
The driving force of you and your ruler,
You probably protected it like a jewel is by the jeweler.
But tell us, did it protect you against our bomb and gun?
Did you pray to the ruling one?
Or did you just fight without thought,
Not caring about the consequences you’ve wrought?
Have you ever wondered how your king had died?
We bet you’ve never considered suicide.
Also, how do you feel knowing that some of your men left ya,
Coming to our lovely America?
Hurts, doesn’t it,
It probably hurts quite a bit,
Knowing that some of your people would mutiny,
Working in an American city.
But they did, and they’ve managed to change,
Going from evil to good on the behavioral range.
And we’re sure they won’t change their new ways,
We’ve had no trouble from them anyways.
They’ve admitted their crimes,
And are serving their times.
But you, you sickening brutes,
All from Prussian roots,
You will get nothing but what you deserve,
No ease, no happiness, no reserve.
Your king is dead,
Along with the madness in his head.
And so you shall die with him,
And may the Lord condemn,
Your wicked souls which taint the air,
And make it unable to bare.
Germany has been restored to democracy,
And that you will not have a chance to see.
And the land you took has been returned,
The land with which you were concerned.
But the dead still cry out for your demise,
They want to see you with their own deathly eyes.
They scream a vengeful sound,
Until their killers are found!
And we really want you gone,
We’ll give you till dawn,
To surrender and admit,
Everything, all of it!
You must tell us what you did all those days,
And to God you must praise.
But if you do not come clean,
You will be killed by the same machine,
You used to kill so many innocents,
Who had no self-defense.
But as time goes on we saw,
That you only raised a defiant paw.
So we gave you one more chance,
But you took a fighting stance.
We brought our guns out,
And killed you all, without a doubt.
So as father Time grows older,
The Holocaust is over.