Opponents
Opponents

On the right,
I stand.

On the left,
there is the opponent.

Stout,
he is.
With a mustache on his lip,
his mouth curls up
into a malevolent smile.

Dark eyes full of hatred.
“How do you look so perfect,
yet you stand up for the filthy?
Your blonde hair, blue eyes...how could you be so disgusting?”
He says.

I laugh,
full of confidence.
“How could you hurt the innocent,
yet stand up for the ones who really are filthy?
How can you stand up for yourself- for evil?”
I spat, full of animosity.

“You are killing thousands,
no, millions! Millions of innocent people.
They never hurt you! You’d be better off dead yourself, Adolf Hit-”

He threw the first punch.

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Synopsis
Whenever I think the Holocaust I cry, and then whenever Hitler comes to mind I get angry to the point of punching things...this is a bit better then the latter...
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