They Want Hitler BacK

here we are, a pacifist like me

reaching for alliance,

ends up in my own tears,

as i watch the world tears.

they ate the brains,

viscous lurkers behind

keyboards and anime,

half naked in their avatar; but

all of them are Hitler,

all of them are.

no wars; how simple.

God made your mouths;

make use.

John spoke,

became the messenger.

deliver the message;

for God, for people.

sit down, talk.

they don't talk.

keyboards,

politicians,

blood-thirst tongues

twirl and turn to

touch their tender tummies,

soft white underbellies,

weakest parts,

their hearts,

seduce them;

satanic love that

they embrace.

wake up,

see the world in

21st century swastikas.

not the star of David,

not the Shahada;

not these false enemies.

The enemy hides

right in front of us,

across screens,

across streets.

i can look away,

i can mourn the dead.

i know cats and

rats and

birds that lost their tunes;

children too.