Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

We Are Germans - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

We always need a portrait on the wall.
Without it any wall looks simply bare,
the living room, the kitchen and the hall
adorned by men of salt and pepper hair.

Now I could be the Kaiser
or young Adolf in suit,
some older and wiser,
even Mozart cum flute.

It's the curse of our nation
we must have on our walls,
as a bold decoration
not the portraits of dolls
but of those who were chosen
dressed in army attire,
with a smile that is frozen
but the eyes full of fire.

You ask why such traditions,
my reply be astute:
Let those men call the missions,
we are here to salute.


Comments about We Are Germans by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Rookie Jean Mallette (9/12/2008 7:17:00 AM)

    Great write. Very humorous but true. I love it. But hey, brawn is beautiful. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Kris Smith (9/12/2008 7:06:00 AM)

    Traditons I sometimes wonder H good, bador indifferent, enjoyed Chris (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 12, 2008



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