EVOLUTION

His charisma was undeniable.
His manners impeccable.
His charm irresistible.
What choice did they have
but to flock to his banner?

It was easy for him to climb inside
their heads, and engineer fantastic
ideals of self-sufficiency
and supreme power.
It quenched their thirst
for a better life, made them feel
important, invincible.

So they built him a pedestal,
this hero of theirs,
and worshipped at it's base,
fulfilling his every command
with unquestioning obedience.

And even when they began to notice
unmistakable signs of imbalance,
it was excused as
the eccentricity of genius.
So they revered him even more.

Soon, they were deaf and blind
to all but his will.
He had finally created
his dream super-race of inhuman
brainwashed automatons.

It wasn't until they were burying
thousands of mutilated
skeletal bodies, that they saw
the path of his evolution
mapped out
in the entrails of his victims.

Only then did they understand
that Evil Incarnate had changed it's name
to Adolf Hitler.