POWER.

POWER.

HIS VOICE CARRIED THROUGH THE CROWD.

HATE.

DISTINGUISHABLE IN EVERY SOUND.

AS HE PREACHED

THE LISTENERS BECAME ENCHANTED, HYPNOTIZED.

PULLED DOWN INTO THE WHIRLPOOL

OF HIS WORDS

 

AFTER THE END OF THE SPEECH

ALL RAISED THEIR ARMS IN SALUTE

NOT KNOWING, NOT THINKING

OF WHAT THEY WERE SAYING

STILL CONFUSED, TAKEN IN BY HIS MIGHTY WORDS

FOR HIS WORDS WERE POWER, HIS WORDS WERE TEETH

SWAYING ANY OPINION WHO LISTENED IN SECONDS

HE COMMANDED, INSTRUCTED FOR HATE, FOR WAR

AND THEY ALL FOLLOWED DUTIFULLY LIKE SHEEP

TO THEIR ULTIMATE DOOM

 

AS ALL ARMS CAME UP

ONLY TWO WORDS WERE DISCERNIBLE

AS ALL THE CROWD SPOKE,

“HAIL, HITLER”

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