His death-day is upon us again, something to cheer about. In 34 years,
we'll celebrate the 100th year since the suicide of he and wife.
We can't get enough of him already, thanks to the movies,
thanks to the greatest war ever fought, thanks to the Holocaust.
He had the hands of a dainty lady, but he was flabby and bottom heavy.
His grooming was impeccable, and though he raved about Aryan blond
and beautiful, he was dark in comparison to his racial group,
and his nose was distinctly North African.
Were it not for his dreams of a thousand year Reich,
who knows when Israel might have been reestablished.
For sure, had he won the war we'd all be dead
or speaking German.
History's vision is singular,
but its eye bleeds intermittent.
Worst yet,
the cyclops has no heart.
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