I'm Sorry, I Fell For Hitler

Bound by the ecstasy of his voice, holding individuality in that noise.

Soothing to the ladies, Appealing to the masses.

Holding the stance in that trashes.

Weaving powerful promises to the elite, Asking the commons to unite.

To unite against the evil, to unite against the odd.

His dagger certainly turned into a sword.

Like a wolf he hid his evil deeds, Still protecting the rights of the one in need.

Hard as a stone, carry as a sea.

Worked on the fundamental he called as ‘WE’.

Captivating the listener up to an extent, Where they lose their mind and just ascend.

Binding them with the chain of his words so strong, Making them believe that-nothing can go wrong.

Stiff hands ready to hold responsibility, Treating the mass either as asset or liability.

His eyes seem to be an exuberant amalgam of joy, His face in stark contrast to the sky.

Dictator, leader or who so ever you call.

His empire also faced the fall.

Drowned by the guilt and despair, All his grandeur set on fire.

Shot by his inner conscience, bodies what still stir. No else will ever be born like Adolf Hitler.