Audrey Haick Poet Rhyme

The World Watched, Petrified

Adolph Hitler was born into pain
All he knew was disdain
However, others born of the same fate
Made a choice - the narrow gate
They searched long and hard for the light
Found the source which gave them sight
Blinded by hate, Hitler refused to see
So darkness would not let him be
His mind became warped
And in his heart so dark
A sea of anger grew
Churning the rage he brewed
As he envied the others’ gifts
Spending sleepless nights plotting a rift
Had this genuine gift for gab
Laying low, he hid in a patriot’s garb

While his influence spread
Many citizens began to dread
As his hatred took shape
Dark clouds hung like drapes
Over a country on the rise 
Only to fall and die
With rhetoric he mesmerized
Beguiling millions, desensitized
Deception his major game plan
That very few could withstand
Countless followed him blindly
Most laid back supinely
Eyes closed to the monstrosity
Seized in his grip of insanity
Three million perished in genocide
When malice and hate did coincide
Dastardly deeds some ratified
While the world in unbelief watched, petrified!

Note:  Inspired by a documentary on Hitler's rise to power

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David Smalling September 17, 2010 at 4:05 AM I always wondered how we would view ourselves and history if Hitler won the war? How would we rate the enemy of history, what excuse would we give them for their tragic flaws? Truly, my dearest Audrey, it is not the men we blame, but us who hide our shame in them, for we give them power while our egos make heroes out of them. They are just puppets of our greed. Thanks for being my friend.

Kevin Semeniuk September 16, 2010 at 5:06 PM i saw that documentary aswell...very insightful poetry, full of truth!..thankyou for continuing to check in and comment on my writing!

Audrey Haick September 15, 2010 at 8:27 AM That's alright, Michael..no worry! Thanks for the comments. Peace, Audrey

Michael Gelb September 15, 2010 at 5:54 AM When I wrote it was good I mean your write.

Michael Gelb September 15, 2010 at 5:50 AM Thank You for reading my Meals on Wheels. It was good. I have problems relating views.

James Fraser September 13, 2010 at 12:17 PM A piece well worth reading Audrey. You would have thought that man would have learned form those terrible days of WWII. But sadly we have not, with Rwanda and the The Killing Fields in our more recent history >> James :)

Carolyn Devonshire September 13, 2010 at 9:26 AM A fabulous write, Dimples. Hitler may have suffered as a child, but it can't excuse the terror he waged on innocents. There are a lot of people who overcome such odds and mature into loving and peaceful adults. Charlie Chaplin's "The Great Dictator" poked fun at Hitler, but it is the only old film of his I saw that had a serious message at the end. The documentary you saw inspired a brilliant poem! Love, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 13, 2010 at 7:50 AM Wow my BBF what an awesome piece.. u touched on every phase of his life and brought out aspects of his demented mind to conquer all ... excellent.. enjoyed today..with luv.. your BBF ..

Andrea Dietrich September 12, 2010 at 11:22 PM It was a very sad time, Audrey and you describe it well here. I recall the many books I read in my youth on this subject, How I hope this history is kept alive in the schools because it is horrific that some in the world are trying to claim it never happened. LUv, Andrea