Historical Chameleons

At once the magician,

The power of anything out of the hat,

Beckoning broadcast,

Sanguine power to watch.

For just as fear freezes,

So too thaws the past

Upon deaf ears.

History replays

Ancient truths

No amount of hiding

Can contain.

Believing he is without rival,

Confident of the buttons,

White,

Black,

Pulsating

Red.

How rose this kind,

This uncontained dark embodiment,

This rule by madness,

Designing mass murder of principles,

Foreshadowing Hollywood versions,

Political rants of hawkish lean,

Even

Dictators yet to come.

We watched.

We cringed.

But we…

While destinies of Peoples

Being roiled by storms of passion

Reigning upon their innocence

Awaited twisted cravings

That never cooled,

Knew not the warmth of sun,

Only the ice of all that is dead.

With words like hammer blows,

Gates protecting the hearts of people

Splinter,

Fracture,

Fall.

For lest we forget...

Centuries bury,

But also resurrect,

Endlessly revealing

For some

Cyclic misfortune,

Dismay,

Hopelessness.

Yes

He died,

But might he be back

Haunting the global mirror,

An insanity ever reflective 

As once Hitler-kind,

Assimilating Putin-kind,

Now as the indicted one
Seeing himself as but another

Historical chameleon?