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In gloomy eyes there wells no tear. Grinding their teeth, they are sitting here: "Germany, your shroud's on our loom; And in it we weave the threefold doom....We weave; we weave. "Doomed be the God who was deaf to our prayer In Winter's cold and hunger's despair. All in vain we hoped and bided; He only mocked us, hoaxed, derided.....We weave; we weave. "Doomed be the king, the rich man's king, Who would not be moved by our suffering, Who tore the last coin out of our hands, And let us be shot by his blood-thirsty bands...We weave; we weave. "Doomed be the fatherland, false name, Where nothing thrives but disgrace and shame, Where flowers are crushed before they unfold, Where the worm is quickened by rot and mold...We weave; we weave. "The loom is creaking, the shuttle flies; Nor night nor day do we close our eyes. Old Germany, your shroud's on our loom, And in it we weave the threefold doom; ...We weave; we weave!" |
what do you think about this poem?
when i was in secondary school i read a translation of this poem.
i shocked about power of the uprising to God , to homeland........
