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All Hail, All Hail, the King of Russia’s Choose – Sonnet Ten
A clown in baggy pants and sadist mean,
Herr Goebbels would be proud of such “ ‘uge” lies,
His words, most foul, discern psychotic lean,
So vile, this country and his charge despise.
Far back did he begin this pander-feign,
To play on hate, like Hitler and the Jews,
So now in separate cages we detain,
All hail, all hail, the king of Russia’s choose.
As in all great ascents, begin the fall,
As all who ego self-inflates, explode,
So universal will, this rise forestall,
As worms, a corpse, relentlessly erode.
No crazy rants can truth forever turn,
Or hellfire quench as brain begins its burn.
Herr Goebbels would be proud of such “ ‘uge” lies,
His words, most foul, discern psychotic lean,
So vile, this country and his charge despise.
Far back did he begin this pander-feign,
To play on hate, like Hitler and the Jews,
So now in separate cages we detain,
All hail, all hail, the king of Russia’s choose.
As in all great ascents, begin the fall,
As all who ego self-inflates, explode,
So universal will, this rise forestall,
As worms, a corpse, relentlessly erode.
No crazy rants can truth forever turn,
Or hellfire quench as brain begins its burn.
Published 10th May 2019
| Edited 11th May 2019
Author's Note
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” Joseph Goebbels.
Tausendjähriges (1000 year) Reich = 30 January, 1933 - 7 May, 1945
Tausendjähriges (1000 year) Reich = 30 January, 1933 - 7 May, 1945
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10th May 2019 6:40pm
The higher they climb, the harder they fall ... eventually - unfortunately not until they've caused untold misery for hundreds of thousands of people - the sonnet captures that essence well.
10th May 2019 8:57pm
O tomcat...
You know, you heard all too well, how some of my ancestors from within, stood up from the grave and spoke through my own feeble voice to you, as if one of them through your own blood, about how they were thanking you...
from their stories that go cold till resurrected anew.
We all thank you.
You know, you heard all too well, how some of my ancestors from within, stood up from the grave and spoke through my own feeble voice to you, as if one of them through your own blood, about how they were thanking you...
from their stories that go cold till resurrected anew.
We all thank you.
