Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
Epitaph of a tyrant
This poem is meant to criticize the tyrannical rule of Adolf hitler in Germany. He was searching for "perfection, of a kind" which refers to hitlers purging of all people he saw as below other Germans, primarily Jews. He talks about how he was a brilliant politician in a way because he had the elites of Germany and truly most of the common Germans on his side but immediately counters this compliment by referring to his brutal and unholy ability to not only allow but encourage the murder of so many innocent people.
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