THE MODEM HEROD

Evening Star, Issue 24007, 4 October 1941, Page 3

THE MODEM HEROD

(Written by “ X.Y.,” for the ‘ Evening Star.’) “ And Herod . . . was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.” (Acts xiii.) From end to end) of Europe street, Likewise from side to side, Beneath the Fuhrer’s hob-nailed feet Each nation wriggles, twists, and squirms; And Hitler, ho esteems them worms; For lie is blown with pride. His “ Heils ” resound, Ids banners fly. His Panzers roil along. His swooping bombers dim the sky; No voice is heard to say him nay; “Jawohl,” quoth he, “it doesn’t pay To argue with the strong.” But though his heavy top-boots spurn These abjects in his path, Yet even worms can wait their turn; And human worms with human souls, Can cherish, in their hidy-holes, A devastating wrath. Downtrodden in the slush and slime Beneath that iron heel. These worms have learned to bide their time, Until that time is fully ripe For retribution of a type That tyrants fear to feel. In vain he’ll seek a vermifuge When all those worms arrive In armies, menacing and huge, Descending in a monstrous swarm Upon this Ersatz Herod s form, And eating him alive I