Murder Inc.

“The Murder Association.” This photo shows the American aviator Kenneth D. Williams from Charlotte (North Carolina), 1504 Scott Avenue, born on May 16, 1922. Williams was shot down near Eggese (Grosz Mackenstadt) during the attack on Bremen on November 26, 1943, shortly after 12 o‘clock noon. He belongs to the enemy terror fliers who drop their bombs on women, children, and residential areas of German cities. The formation to which his aircraft, a Boeing Fortress II, belonged, is officially named “Murder Incorporated” (Moord-vereeniging). Each member of the crew wears this designation in large letters on the back of their flying gear above the American insignia. The same inscription was found on the shot-down aircraft. Williams, who was captured, also revealed during his interrogation that other formations and crews with similar names, derived from gangster language, were “christened”. The facial expression of the American aviator Williams leads to the conclusion that not only the names but also the crews stem from the underworld of Chicago.

We all know, from time immemorial,
It was Goebbels’ method,
He lied sometimes crosswise, sometimes straight,
For that’s the Nazi fashion.

All opponents were made bad,
And they were dealt with as such,
Once the goal was achieved, everything was right,
One was compensated handsomely.

The search for a scapegoat
Has become a tradition,
Mr. Goebbels‘ conductor‘s baton
Always beat the rhythm towards murder.

The war, which one caused,
Is going extremely badly. – Meanwhile,
One tries to deceitfully conceal
One‘s own misdeeds.

They themselves set the world on fire
And rejoiced in the flames,
And what they once found magnificent,
Now they want to condemn.

As long as they did it to others,
They showed no mercy,
But today, they don‘t like it,
For now it‘s their own harm.

Now humanity is violated,
And the most sacred feelings,
And one is very indignant now,
But alas, it leaves us cold.

What they considered right for London
Is now deemed cheap for Berlin,
Goebbels sees this matter
As too quirky.

And Goebbels rages and Goebbels rants,
And reaches into his drawer,
Reaching for a means, once proven,
But today somewhat stale,

He took the Reichstag fire as an example
With gigantic show trials,
Now the whole country is on fire,
That must not be forgotten.

Today we see the final scenes today
Of the Third Reich tragedy,
While Mr. Goebbels delights us
With a juridical comedy.

And one sees amusedly
Him preparing everything amusedly,
Exactly as he orchestrated it
In Van der Lubbe‘s time.

Marinus has been dead for a long time,
Killed by the swastika.
Now it‘s an enemy pilot,
„Murder Incorporated.“

They carefully painted him
On his broad back,
Truly a diabolic figure,
Evidence that overwhelms.

The emblem of his masters
Is also visible:
A genuine Soviet Star of David,
He is lost.

The German people now see very clearly,
When they see this pilot today,
It‘s really true
And clearly proven,

The swastika is not to blame
For this colossal failure,
The Nazi cult was peace-loving,
And we are good people.

The outside world has threatened us
And forced us into conflict,
With this enemy pilot,
The proof has been provided.

Marinus van der Lubbe has
Risen from his grave.
The old propaganda ruse
Is to serve again today.

And some who believed it
Almost eleven years ago,
Shake their heads in disbelief,
We now are very experienced.

The truth has now been understood,
Don’t believe what Goebbels preaches,
The Reichstag fire, like the world fire,
Was ignited by the system.

The German belief has a crack,
We see the flaws of the big shots,
And we know: the murder association,
Those are the Nazi bigwigs.