The Ancestor

He ruled in fear
There lives he destroyed without care

Bones broken and burned
The smell of flesh the air churned

Promised change and protection
But brought nothing but brutalities

Children forced to kill for food and clothing
Families sent home with nothing

At first he had such an appealing lure
His children called him their Fuhrer

Death he released to the innocent
Of those crimes he did not repent

Instead he hung himself on those Nazi reigns
Unfortunate his distant blood runs through my veins