My old Germany

The Germany of my childhood 

was Hansel and Gretel 

in little house on the prairie .

The peaceful neighbor 

tended his garden 

behind the great river 

that spoke Rhenish  

with a Swiss  accent .

Here ,we don't  appreciate 

umpapa style ..

We have built a wall 

around our home ,

where schiller and Hitler 

are not  welcome .

Let's make a clean break with the past !

We don't want to be contaminated .

 ''  Deutsche mark über alles ! ''  

We were the best at all sports !

While remaining modest ...

 French are rowdy cousins 

and americans annoying big brothers ...

 We spent our vacations in Rimini ,

bringing a little ''Dolce vita '' 

to the cold nowhere ...

 Please don't spoil the mood 

with awkward  questions ! 

 With a regretful tone ,we respond :

 '' Ach, war ? What a great misfortune ! ''

It was a Germany that turned oblivion

into a gleaming object in a shop window !

Cabaret was  a Berliner mirage ...

Sometime we could hear a drumbeat

played by a dwarf  .

 But it was far away in the east ...

 Mercedes ,you have given me 

beautiful well -behaved children !

 But you don't know Karl Heinz  

that they carry within the seeds 

of dissolution ...

They see you as nothing more 

than a ''Petit bourgeois Viennois ! ''

 '' Let's breaking the wall  and kill the evil ! ''

Oh homeland of thinkers and philosophers !

Routine of prosecutors and  executioners ...

 Tragic farce of a threepenny  opera .

  Do we need a therapy ?

Your hands broke the concrete 

whose shards of reality blinded you ...

The imperial statues still stand guard

over the rhine .

An army of junkies watching over

their stone skin .

 I walk through the formol streets of Bonn.

Beethoven became so deef that he thinks 

h'es playing  didgeridoo ...

 The great Nietszche predicted it : 

'' The superman will end up in a wheelchair

pushed by a Moldovan nursing assistant ! ''

My dear Germany, I know ,I'm stabbing you,

but isn't this cry of frozen love ?