When speaking about the German spirit,
There is an obituary,
That I read long ago,
Always haunting my thoughts
As an example of the German essence.
A mother has lost her son,
And proudly she let her fellow human beings know,
That he remained in France,
The child born to her in pain,
Willingly gave his life for the fatherland.
“He wanted to die like his father,
Who also fell in France in ‘14,
He rests with him in French soil.”
Yes, both had to perish,
And this mother thought it of value.
She signed as a Third Reich Valkyrie,
“In deep, genuine, yet proud mourning,”
She allows her heroes be foolishly admired,
Almost cheerfully in her demeanor,
And allows herself to be deceived again.
Where this could happen again and again,
War madness can never be eradicated,
Such countries are a global danger,
They must be controlled thoroughly,
Otherwise, new fires will always arise.
When speaking about the German spirit,
There is an obituary,
That I read long ago,
Always haunting my thoughts
As an example of the German essence.
Post-Editing: Robert Saunders
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