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The Pain I Am

by Tom Kitt — Read all 95 poems by Tom Kitt

'Evil lives through how we think
Validation seeds the genocidal womb
The surface bubble a Fascist hell
Baby Adolph to make us well.'

Thursday, May 24, 2007


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The Pain I Am

I am the Jew that lived the slaughter
With a view so true , I am so real
My past was slaughtered in the pain
The view I feel is yours to see.

I am the man who felt the futility
Of seeing innocence die in pain
The master race was theirs to have
The price to pay was innocence betrayed.

I am assaulted by the thought
That I am saved to tell the tale
Of pain so cruel it has no peer
To this or any other day.

The Huns came & slaughtered all
The Kings of England slaughtered more
The Eastern Nomad took his toll
The wars of Asia bested all.

But none can best the beast being born
Of modern hearts still in shame
We blame Hitler
But Hitler was just one of us.

How dare we to think that we are free
To cast the blame in Hitler’s way
He was a man as you & I
He was the invention of our thoughts.

We are a world in God’s disgrace
We choose the leaders of our race
To serve the thinking we formulate
We move away when they disgrace.

What has changed? Nothing, I say
The book has passed to save the day
The evil will is only saved
By giving blame to local demand.

Evil lives through how we think
Validation seeds the genocidal womb
The surface bubble a Fascist hell
Baby Adolph to make us well.
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Reviewed by Bill Grimes Jr.
Reviewed on May 24, 2007
I see so much truth stitched between your words and the actions of our sick world Tom......Sad but true..... Excellent poetic statement my friend....

Peace,

Bill

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on May 24, 2007
this write is incredible and so deeply mirrors disgaces of humanity-a good job

Reviewed on May 24, 2007

This poem stimulates thoughts on teleological and ontologic understanding of the ways of our society's disgraceful actions... It is an outstanding composition to enrich the pages of politic-social Poetry.

In admiration,


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU


Reviewed by H Cruz
Reviewed on May 24, 2007
Hey Tom, your write is food for thought. Baby Adolph seem's to be a culmination or opitimy of cultural crap, he probably would have blasted all his foe's in high school if he were alive today. When ever I see the word evil I think of it as love backwards (EVOL)A wierd mutation or preverted love that gives a surprize expression.


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