The Germans Are In A Funk: Heinz Uthmann Fiasco

I do not wish the Germans Egypt's plagues, no,
As bad as many of them are, or appear to be.
Why throw curses at those cruel of heart, loud in tongue,
And as stubborn as oxen on their way to slaughter?
I have pried behind the scenes of one counterfeit German judge,
This judge believes that saying being "glad" bin Laden is dead
Is a crime, an affront to human dignity,
Coming from a Christian pastor's daughter,
In a country where "Christian" values are largely scorned
By a large percentage of the populace and the rule of law.
Nearly every German living is satisfied that Hitler is dead
And they, too, should be judged accordingly.
Should we be sad, I think not. Gloat over bin Laden's death, no.
Poor judge Uthmann, everyone speaks of him and his tainted vanity.
He's a dull rogue who has nothing to lose,
He smiles, others shrug. He's a powerful, grasping politician sure,
Making bold with his wet octopus opinion
That holds the cold keys to someone else's ruin.
There is a spirit working in Germany, like to a restless fire;
Out of the burning woodwork trot Germans, good citizens all,
Hastily following their German judge to hell,
With their opinions tumbling in right after.


August 8, 2011