Why would you suffer,
Why would your pain be uttered,
When you deserved to be slaughtered,
On the French beaches of horror,
I fired my MG-42, your bowels are gutted.
Nazi bullets, a radical ideology,
Will wipe out any foreign enemy,
I am a witness of the whitest nazi,
I am a nationalist of the succumbed free.
A pause for this historical reflection,
Melonie, Wilders, Orban or any other alt right morron,
So much blood has been poured,
On the european beaches more and more,
Beach grains are left with too many dead,
Blood everywhere, opens the gates of madness.
My name is or was Gunther… a nazi private…
I say to my mother, I am sorry, i love you and goodbye…
The other side also beleives...
Let us hear their stories...
I was a freedom fighter….
My name is and was Jason,
My death wasn’t for nothing,
But I became a hopeful igniter.
These young boys are american heroes,
Canadian fighting fellows,
Moroccans courageous men,
Turkish fighting fans,
Australians in sufferances,
World wide graveyards are full of their grievances.
Although the european territory,
Was full of mortal ideology,
It only took a few brave human beings,
To enforce a hard decision,
Shoot nationalism into oblivion.
Silex