The Politics of Passion (Einsengruppen)

"Oh, cut it out!!' he cried As they shot him Grinning Smiling in their power "But I am one of you!" cried he As they bayonetted him "Have mercy!" she begged While she was gased "Someday you'll pay!" they whimpered Forlorn and forgotten martrs Dying in masses of groans Early graves awaiting Yet warm bodies Rotting flesh on last week's quota Quivering in anticipated vengence Reach out, deadman Grasp those distorted in sickness Who beg so much louder than their victims Every rotting heart beating louder to the pace of their awaited screams Every trembling bone reaching above Dead on schedule Efficient killers Reluctant in responsibility For the millions Who could not understand your reasons for exterminating them The world and the heavens Decry your deeds You the inhuman.