The German idol is a great blonde brute, With pickelha-übe, bayonet, and sabre, Whose destiny it is to hack and shoot. Ami when he covets something from hi> neighbor To trample on him with a Hessian boot— A god not found in Goethe* or in Weber, Or Humperdinck and ail that generation Which flourished before Germans were a nation.
Those were the days when Germany war, mystical, But Treitschke ha® put Kant quite out of date, And Nietzsche, savage, mad, and egotistical, Has wiped Idealism of? the slate Her present creed, which I might call Mailerl-fistical, Is, in a word, that Germany is great. And that by force or.fraud, sooner or later, She means to be considerably greater. It is a good enoug-h religion when You are in a position to enforce it; But has this serious flaw : that other men Arc frequently unwilling to endorse it; And though the sword is mightier than the pen When adequately backed with foot and horse, it May sometimes happen that you'll meet defiance From irritated neighbors in alliance. This is exactly what the) Germans did— They swaggered round so much in shining metal, That though their neighbors did as they were, bid At first, the habit soon began to nettle. Until all Europe cried : "We must get rid Of this aggressive Superman, and settleMerely to live, and not from any malice— The hash of Mr Deutsehland über Alles."
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THE ARMAGEDDIAD, Evening Star, Issue 15690, 2 January 1915