Dear Mr. Mengelberg,
King of conductors,
I feel terribly bad,
To see you in the Nazi camp.
I had not expected anything like this,
You as a friend of the barbarians,
Who have violated our country!
And it cannot be explained.
No, it is blasphemy,
You desecrate sacred notes
When you let the sons of the devil
Listen to divine melodies.
Or do you really believe in the delusion,
That Mozart and those racist idiots
Who worship Hitler
sprouted from the same stem?
If you take a good look at this rubbish,
You would have realized,
That one cannot sink so low,
If one can also rise up like that.
It is water and is fire,
Has nothing to do with each other.
Everyone notices it eventually,
And you too will awaken one day
And you will see the true spirit
Of your current friends,
How lost you have been,
You will come to realize.
It is the spirit of brute force,
A system of wild degeneration,
In which you place your trust,
When you ally with Nazi hordes.
Do not seek favor with those
Who deny humanity,
And do not disown your art
By associating with their gangs.
Post-Editing: Robert Saunders
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