A Hitler of poetry

He did that just for fun?
He mocked at me and called me – wow! -
A brainless creature, a stupid beast,
An animal which has no right to live -
And all that just for one of my unlucky clumsy poems.
I cannot rhyme as he can.
I am not after the depths of the human guts and souls.
I am not a genius but does that mean I am not human?
For him it does.
An endorphine addict – this is how
He baptized me considering himself to be a god.
A god of poetry? Or what?
I did not ask for his opinion.
Nor was I interested in his praise.
But he called be an idiot
Because my verses are too plain.
I do not know many clever words
That's why for him I am cannon fodder
And useless trash with no heart and no feelings.
I think, Hitler is still among us.
A Hitler of poetry, can you believe it?
28.03.2018
 
(Dedicated to one modern Russian poet who called me names and wished I were dead as I am not clever enough for him)