Old Hitler once trudged through the yellow path
His heart lost in destructive intent
Till on a dozing lamb his feet sat
Reaping a wail of pain from a soul so distant
In distaste he stared at its crumpled form
But leaned to tend its slobbering need
That he might teach to it war and her norm
And perchance from its soul elicit greed
Everywhere Hitler went, there it was
Gauged to a brink, eyes forced on death
A smug smile Hitler wore like a blouse
For to him every one has an inner hearth
But years passed and the lamb stared on
Compassion and love her only song
For what God did make years yon
Hitler failed to change by fire tong
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