Like any child conceived
Thought the best ever got
It's easy to imagine
What was said as like as not
And to envisage his kindred
Arrayed around his cot
Engaged at coo-cooing
This innocent tot
A man yet to be his country's undoing
And as it turned best never begot
Kinder his mother and father's land
Had fared better without
At this antithesis of Christening
Who can but seriously doubt
That any kind of God could be listening?
Else while kin folk chukked Adolf's drooling chin
How would a supreme being let such horrors begin?
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Had to read this twice
What an ironical thought! I really love to come across something that I not only never thought about but without this poem would must likely never have considered.
Hitler's parents cuddling him at birth.
Else while kin folk chukked Adolf's drooling chin
How would a supreme being let such horrors begin?
You are too young to remember the bombings of England during WWII but the stories must have still been fresh when you were young. We are somewhat more distanced in the states from WWII but several family members were gassed so your poem hits fairly close to home for me.
I have asked the same question as your final line many times.
I find the poem quite satisfactory as it is. Are there parts that you question?
I am looking forward to reading others by you.
language: 5, rhythm: 4, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 4.
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Thanks eosmia
I appreciate your comment eosmia. It always struck me that the Nazis had the seal of Christian approval at some of their fanatical rallies. I have seen film of their ceremonies being blessed by clerics in fact. As you say an irony if ever there was one. Thanks, Frank.
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