Of Forsaken Poets

I did not choose to tread this path,

A forced journey into an unknown future

As our doom eclipsed this clueless state,

I had to leave my world behind

Their hate was so outright,

It filled my heart with fright

I know only too well

My people chose to welcome tyranny,

The slaves of terror, murder, pain

Humanity lays dying once again

Their hate was so outright,

It filled my heart with fright

I know only too well,

I am an undead poet

Buried in no ground

I know only too well

"Die Heimat hat mir Treue nicht gehalten,

Sie gab sich ganz den bösen Trieben hin

Doch hier wird niemand meine Verse lesen,

Ist nichts, was meiner Seele Sprache spricht;

Ein deutscher Dichter bin ich einst gewesen,

Jetzt ist mein Leben ein Spuk wie mein Gedicht."

[Max Herrmann-Neisse]

Now here I am, disabled but alive

Where no one calls my name

Where nothing meets my soul

Now here I am, but cannot build my home

As no one reads my bitter words

I'm yearning for the day of my return

Yet nothing's there to make my dreams come true

I know only too well,

I am a ghost wandering this world

I'm like a ghost, I know only too well

I see the distant flames

This outland holds no hope

As no one reads my truly bitter words