As I behold your countenance
That now appears in the newspaper,
You are a reflection of the cliché
Of today‘s German leadership.
You have a cruel face
Heartless and unyielding,
You are not a genius of the mind
And you have no conscience.
Your mouth speaks of great bloodlust
You cannot be swayed,
A bloodhound and a bastard,
Your path leads over corpses.
Your photo would fit perfectly
In a criminal‘s album,
Your head is crude and mean
And it is full of malice.
You are brutal and beastlike,
Violent, deceitful,
And thus, you are destined
To bear the “Knight’s” cross.
Post-Editing: Sylvia Stawski, Ernst Sittig
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