Hitler

I tell you straight: I am not Hitler,

I draw — it’s my medicine against the world.

You judge me for my talent, for hands that create,

Not for the heart that beats in my chest.

Want me to draw you?

Blue eyes, fair hair,

Or show how I fight bullying,

How I stand against your rat-like intrigues.

My purple sweater?

My refusal to support the occupier’s language?

That’s your stupidity, not my fault.

I have the right to my life, my happiness, my peace.

I draw myself happy:

A child who paints,

A person sipping coffee in Vienna,

A person living without fear.

War is not God — it’s people doing evil,

Then punishing those who stand, not those who are guilty.

I remember hands striking my mother,

I remember the pain,

And no one has the right to repeat that.

I will draw war on paper,

But not in my heart.

I will draw life without a father,

Bullying, shoves, lies —

To see it and never allow it again.