Ten thousand cuckolds in Iceland
invite ISIS into their beds.
Merkel lifts her heavy hand,
lecturing on conscience, weds
it with betrayal, giving a shove
to Deutschland’s honest working poor,
demanding, in the name of love,
that Poland and Hungary take more.
Sobieski turns inside his grave:
“There will be no Europe to save.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
humoristic, but sad and bitter.