April 30, 1945
Twelve years of anguish, torture, millions killed, countless gassed
And scores of other victims, justice feared to have passed.
Evil, humorless man wanted the world to be his empire immortal,
Now takes his turn to create his own sad funeral.
Nineteen forty-four, enemy armies came ashore,
Defeat was imminent, it pierced your armor.
Your homeland ravaged, you and your men surrounded.
Allies to the West, in the East the Red you most dreaded.
Countless lives and dreams ended because of your twisted belief,
Now all the nations sigh collective relief.
The maniac who so desired to breed a master human race,
Pumps a bullet to his own head to save face.
Didn’t all humanity weep at all of your unspeakable atrocity?
Now the world desires to see your dead body, your very own fatality.
You brainwashed weak minds, betrayed hearts and instilled hate,
Before taking your own life, still you wished for heaven’s gate.
The world rejoices about your death,
Learns a bitter lesson it will not forget.
Uncertainty looms from all this bloodstained rubble,
Humanity still won and didn’t completely crumble.In this poem example that has significant historical context, place yourself in the shoes of a World War II survivor and how he felt after hearing that the leader of the most brutal regimes in history, Nazi Germany’s Adolf Hitler, had committed suicide that marked the end of fighting in Europe. The title refers to the day of his death. Read it again, but this time, do it slowly, with a loud voice, and with emotion. Observe the proper pauses and intonations at all times and do not be in a hurry. Feel the words and the message they send. Whatever the poem is about, it is important to invest yourself emotionally while reading it so that you can feel the emotion that drove the author to write it. You do not need to read and analyze the poem first to know the kind of message it sends. As you read line after line, you’re surely sensitive enough to feel the emotions that come from the words. Only when you do that can the poem’s message be felt. Do not hesitate to read the poem over and over again if you think you’re failing to get that “feeling.” Poetry is one of the most treasured and colorful forms of literature, a story in and of itself.