A poem my sister wrote...

When Steel Bends

You slaughtered millions of your people,

Killed the preachers, broke down steeples

Forcing all to bow the knee

With pain of death or lock and key.

Ruling Russia with iron hand

Building up you castles of sand.

Yet on the night when death did call,

And you were led into the presence of the Lord of All,

Without your wealth or power to show,

You realized your position before the judgment throne.

A weak and helpless man,

With innocent blood upon your hands.

Then it was your turn, you see,

To bend your back and bow the knee.

I'm afraid you missed the greatest treasure,

Of living with your Lord forever.

Isn't that powerful? And yes, she wrote that all by herself in, amazingly, about five to ten minutes! :D The poem is about Stalin. Although his actual name was not Stalin, he used the name Stalin as his favorite alias when he authored books. He especially loved its meaning, "Man of Steel".