A perpetual war of polytheism on conjoined tongues,
they were only trying to push the pieces through her superficial lungs.
The canons went off through her corduroy smack,
her religion coated with a pallid cataract.
Parasitic humanities hidden deep inside of her souls forgotten trench,
frightening world chaos permitting an awful stench.
Inaudible tears swim streams of maps resting on childrens lips,
innocent fatalism dreadfully slips.
Incinerated battlefields swarming with hate,
what gave Adolfe Hitler the right to dictate?
The ink never faded from her weather worn journal,
her hunger for freedom was very diurnal.
Until the end her hope was strong,
how could a girl so determined be so inevitably wrong?
Her death went slow as a result of starvation,
her breath taking courage she had still grips hearts tightly across the nation.