Archive 10/02/12

 

   

The Nazi Question

 

Could there be some shame, compassion, contrition hiding inside me,

Trying to besmirch my worship and devotion to the Vaterland,

An existential reprisal for my having refused to reconcile, with the enemy,

The "crimes against humanity" that my conscience faithfully committed,

When it abetted our dream of bequeathing Europe with Judenrein?

 

Christ only knows how many times I've asked myself this question,

Prayed for a cessation of the holier-than-thou disapprobation

Of every nation comprising this unforgiving planet.

And yet, never have I been willing to unshoulder responsibility for genocide,

Throw off my yoke of hubristic nationalistic pride,

 

Which sent six million inhuman beings descending to violent silence,

Scurrying back into their burning rodent-hole cheders and synagogues,

So that New Germania might continue flourishing, to perfection,

Amidst our established Aryan-pure guidelines,

Unthreatened by kikes conspiring to manipulate worldwide banking.

 

To this day, seven decades downwind from glorious Auschwitz,

Despite my honorable death by gnawing on a sublingual cyanide capsule,

I'm certain that the sword of my triumphal Germanic will still prevails,

For having been forged in our Topf und Söhne furnaces.

As for those hook-snouted Jews, they weren't worth the rat turds they shat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     

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