He wanted to be...

He wanted to be an idealist,
He thought of Jesus,
The way the poor chap died,
The Romans had him crucified.

He wanted to be a realist,
He took at Hitler's book,
'Mein Kampf', a look:
'If you often repeat a lie,
People are stupid,
They'll believe it,
Never reason - why?'
Fifty four million died,
The whole world cried.
His decision was bad
And he ended his regime
With a bullet In his head.

So, he found as a surrealist
He may peacefully exist,
Deciding the world
Is neither here nor there,
The world is just
Not anywhere,
Bringing him bliss
In a world which seems
But never really is...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz