From floods of wrath, avenging God,
Pour down the curse on us the murderers, who crucify the Jews!
Hammer home the nails, thick through our skulls;
Crush down the thorns;
Rain red the bloody sweat,
Thick and heavy, warm and wet.
We are the killers, hurling mud!
We the witch hunters, drinking blood!
To us shrink all the lynched,
the thousands mobbed,
the millions dead in useless war.
But this, this shameless deed we do this day,
the senseless blasphemy of mother and child,
Fills full the cup!
Hail hell and glory to damnation!
Oh bloodstained nation,
Stretch out your hands:
Cover them, judges, with your glory gowns;
Come lawyers in your Sheets of shame,
Proud partners of thugs and thieves
Cautious rabbis, silent priests
Calling all cowards in cap and gown
Calling all cowards, home!
Crawl wedded liars, hide from sight,
In the nasty murk of night
We hold high vigil with the dawn!
Death calls!
Holy mother, son of God!
Tortured a thousand days
To the last pale gasp!
Dying the death magnificent
Scorning to trade with the president
Life for a lie!
Two pale and tight lipped children.
MINERVA’S PERCH 