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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unser Gott</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They held a great prayer-service in Berlin,<br>And augured German triumph from some words<br>Said to be spoken by the Jewish God<br>To Gideon, which signified that He<br>Was staunchly partial to the Israelites.<br>The aisles were thronged; and in the royal box<br>(I had it from a tourist who was there,<br>Clutching her passport, anxious, like the rest),<br>There sat the Kaiser, looking 'very sad.'<br>And then they sang; she said it shook the heart.<br>The women sobbed; tears salted bearded lips<br>Unheeded; and my friend looked back and saw<br>A young girl crumple in her mother's arms.<br>They carried out a score of them, she said,<br>While German hearts, through bursting German throats<br>Poured out, Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Yea, 'Unser Gott! Our strength is Unser Gott!<br>Not that light-minded Bon Dieu of France!')</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I think we all have made our God too small.<br>There was a young man, a good while ago,<br>Who taught that doctrine... but they murdered him<br>Because he wished to share the Jewish God<br>With other folk.<br>They are long-lived, these fierce<br>Old hating Gods of nations; but at last<br>There surely will be spilled enough of blood<br>To drown them all! The deeps of sea and air,<br>Of old the seat of gods, no more are safe,<br>For mines and monoplanes. The Germans, now,<br>Can surely find and rout the God of France<br>With Zeppelins, or some slim mother's son<br>Of Paris, or of Tours, or Brittany,<br>Can drop a bomb into the Feste Burg,<br>And, having crushed the source of German strength,<br>Die happy in his blazing monoplane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sad jesting! If there be no God at all,<br>Save in the heart of man, why, even so --<br>Yea, all the more, -- since we must make our God,<br>Oh, let us make Him large enough for all,<br>Or cease to prate of Him! If kings must fight,<br>Let them fight for their glory, openly,<br>And plain men for their lands and for their homes,<br>And heady youths, who go to see the fun,<br>Blaspheme not God. True, maybe we might leave<br>The God of Germany to some poor frau<br>Who cannot go, who can but wait and mourn,<br>Except that she will teach Him to her sons --<br>A God quite scornful of the Slavic soul,<br>And much concerned to keep Alsace-Lorraine.<br>They should go godless, too -- the poor, benumbed<br>Crushed, anguished women, till their hearts can hold<br>A greater Comforter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Yet it is hard<br>To make Him big enough! For me, I like<br>The English and the Germans and the French,<br>The Russians, too; and Servians, I should think,<br>Might well be very interesting to God.<br>But, do the best I may, my God is white,<br>And hardly takes a nigger seriously<br>This side of Africa. Not those, at least<br>Who steal my wood, and of a summer night<br>Keep me awake with shouting, where they sit<br>With monkey-like fidelity and glee<br>Grinding through their well-oiled sausage-mill --<br>The dead machinery of the white man's church --<br>Raw jungle-fervor, mixed with scraps sucked dry<br>Of Israel's old sublimities: not those.<br>And when they threaten us, the Higher Race,<br>Think you, which side is God's? Oh, let us pray<br>Lest blood yet spurt to wash that black skin white,<br>As now it flows because a German hates<br>A Cossack, and an Austrian a Serb!)<br>What was it that he said so long ago,<br>The young man who outgrew the Jewish God --<br>'Not a sparrow falleth --?' Ah, God, God,<br>And there shall fall a million murdered men!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Karle+Wilson+Baker">Karle Wilson Baker</a><div class=q>
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Said to be spoken by the Jewish God
To Gideon, which signified that He
Was staunchly partial to the Israelites.
The aisles were thronged; and in the royal box
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