Being German

                                                Being German

I know how it feels to be German

To remember where we of the German race came from

To remember our Frankish King Charles in all his warlike grace

To remember the tall men with spear at the ready and no thought but pillaging

To remember the wicked forests standing tall, hiding the druidic ruins of past ages

To remember all the souls lost on a journey to visit the Holy City

To remember the fear of invasion

And to remember the wickedness of Hitler and his death machines

Germany over all- Deutschland Uber Alles as they say

To feel the pain that the Jews of Germany had to face

To see the bodies twisted and broken by men with wicked intents

To see the Teutonic Orders symbols perverted

 Oh to be German in all its historical glory

But in fact I wouldn’t give it up