A Child Of Hell

I read a biography about Stalin of Russia when I was seventeen. It was a school assignment. I didn't feel that a report, on the book, would show the kind of emotion and rage that gripped me as I uncovered these chapters of history. No, only a poem could come close to showing what I felt about Stalin and the knowledge of his hellish reign over Russia. So my wonderful Mom let me write a poem instead of a book report.

A Child Of Hell

A child of Hell was born to man

Akin to mud

He would follow Satan's dream

With hellish laughter, his eyes would gleam

For he'd make all demons scream

For love of blood

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He ruled the land of Russia

With only death

He had no heart at all

Starved his people, made them crawl

Made them cannibals, else they fall

With dying breath

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He never let his people

Vote or choose

For only he knew what was right

And disagree if you might

But you'd die because he'd fight

For his views

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Who was this living terror

With ready gun?

Stalin was his horrid name

He mocked God and held no shame

And tortured Christians for a game

He thought was fun

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In torrents fell a river

Of heavens tears

And the Earth, it cringed and quivered

And begged to be delivered

From this man of blood, it shivered

Through those years.

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February 2005