My fifth submission to Dalek Week. I doubt anyone's going to read all this but:
I just wrote this (took about 30-45 minutes?) and I was looking up some details about WWII. This is the saddest poem I've written, or the saddest subject I've written a poem on. I really can never believe that 50-70 million lives were lost in WWII. It really disgusts me, like it should most people. It just makes me shake my head in disbelief...
The line "If the 'doctors' had found something wrong with them", I mean that when they were seeing if children had any diseases, if they had the slightest thing wrong with them, they would kill the child and send a letter to the parent saying that their child had died of "infection" or something. My religious education teacher taught me that.
Also "A violent man, not a debater", I meant that instead of Hitler "talking it out" or whatever he decided to kill instead. He killed Austrians although he was one himself. And he wasn't blonde-haired or blue-eyed.
So yeah. This topic upsets me a bit.