(after C. M. van den Heever)
Where admit a snow-storm he is outside his house and cannot sleep
in one person in Europe thoughts are breeding deep
and on the North Sea the waves are stormy wild
yet with his spear Gungnir in his hand he feels mild
where his glance do over all of Europe to tyrants sweep
in the wood there is no star or moon in this dark black
and nothing brings clarity over the onslaught while all evidence do lack
while he is ready to fight for all humanity and in the snow stands knee-deep,
in one person in Europe thoughts are breeding deep.
[Reference:"Die Germaan" (The German)by C. M. van den Heever.]
© Gert Strydom
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