Deep Rage in Pittsburgh

By Judith Trustone

The Man decided he was ready. 
He'd waited such a long time 
for this historical moment. 

Spitting hatred, flecks of frothing rage
from lips filled with searing, murderous 
words that penetrate with bullets
vulnerable souls seeking only peace and 
a chance to pray to their beloved god. 

He wanted to kill him some Jews. 

Some say Hitler never died. 
He just shave his mustache 
and got an orange wig. 

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