Nazi-Tion
Nazi-Tion I sit in aggravation, Fuming my frustration. On and on in dedication, Without a sign of implication. I see destruction, Of select selection. And wonder with infatuation, Why is there exception? Who is he to sanction, How could Hitler gain such domination? Who was he to lead Jew correction? Some holy God of Resurrection? Dealing out an ordered ration, That had no sign of caution. March 07 Sheena Allen
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