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(I said a while back I was going to revise this poem ruthlessly grrr, so I did)
In the beginning
my master taught me
fear leads to hate
hate to violence
Then
he slapped me
challenged me to think
about the damage
fear has done
Now
wish me harm
I'll wish you joy
because I should
Tomorrow
I’ll ask my master why
and he’ll reply
I don’t know
------ In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.
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