Mr. Bonhoeffer

Mr. Bonhoeffer, what would you do,
If your fellow man were like Hitler?
If every person you met, were like him?
This is the current age I live in,
And while reading your words
I am angered over a heretic, but mistaking him as you.

You do not understand the domain of hell
And why it exists, until you see the depths of evil
Plummeted by the people around you.
However---you lived in an evil time, too.
How, my brother, am I to love the loveless?
How am I to have mercy on the merciless? 
How am I to have amnity toward a people whose joy
It is, to suffer, and cause suffering for all by their hedonism?
To strangle with their cruelty all the good out of the world?

I do not exaggerate my calling...
This is how evil the people of my generation are.
So... while I respect your soft spoken word
This world needs discipline.

While I am a sinner too---
That is the gospel, that I can be saved.
And you preached repentance, did you not?
What of a world who hates the very word?
What of a world who hates me,
A Christian? Do not the Amalekites need to be destroyed?
Did not the Nazis need to be slaughtered?
I'm afraid I cannot be soft spoken,
For fear of these men's souls.
For if there is no fear of God in them,
They must have fear; for the heretic was wrong.
There is indeed a place of eternal torment
And rightfully, I understand the hearts who deserve it
And mine being one of them at a previous hour
Was transformed by Grace, so I know there is yet hope.