<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Germany, Pale Mother!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let others speak of her shame, <br>I speak of my own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Germany, pale mother! <br>How soiled you are <br>As you sit among the peoples. <br>You flaunt yourself <br>Among the besmirched. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poorest of your sons <br>Lies struck down. <br>When his hunger was great. <br>Your other sons <br>Raised their hands against him. <br>This is notorious. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With their hands thus raised, <br>Raised against their brother, <br>They march insolently around you <br>And laugh in your face. <br>This is well known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your house <br>Lies are roared aloud. <br>But the truth <br>Must be silent. <br>Is it so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do the oppressors praise you everywhere, <br>The oppressed accuse you? <br>The plundered <br>Point to you with their fingers, but <br>The plunderer praises the system <br>That was invented in your house! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereupon everyone sees you <br>Hiding the hem of your mantle which is bloody <br>With the blood <br>Of your best sons. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearing the harangues which echo from your house, <br>men laugh. <br>But whoever sees you reaches for a knife <br>As at the approach of a robber. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Germany, pale mother! <br>How have your sons arrayed you <br>That you sit among the peoples <br>A thing of scorn and fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bertolt+Brecht">Bertolt Brecht</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350920" data-title="O Germany, Pale Mother! de Bertolt Brecht" data-description="Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples. You flaunt yourself Among the besmirched. The poorest of your sons Lies struck down. When his hunger was great. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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