Hilter, I am

A soul or two in my behest,
I try to conjure up the rest.
Marching, Leading, Charging, Seething,
A hoard of hiding nations grieving.

What I despise is lead away,
I'll never change from yesterday.
I stand my ground and gather the mass,
Children will learn my ways will last.

Men stand strong and follow me,
Then, in time, the others agree.
I will see that perdition is done,
Stories will be told of 'When Nazi's won'.

I perceive this as no perennial war,
But a chance to impose my ways on all.
Bewailment is a weakness now,
Either comply or be taken down.