On patriotic grounds
old, old … old enough
Numb, in 1934 I walked in Berlin and
since that walk invisible snowflakes scald my hair in June.
I found a way not to be a target,
it has to do with my ability to feel.
Who am I? Sluggishly self-portrayed
with arrogant decorations and glorious attire, I’m the minister
of Propaganda, I couldn’t have been a true patriot if I felt
what’s meant to be felt by humans.
Somehow I know, I can predict, it’s going to be
a long night, I wish we had Justice on our side,
but all we have is a flag and a dead man called