I hate the Fuhrer
So much evil
Liesel felt it in the shoulders
Against all hopelessness
The suffering of her mother
I hate the Fuhrer
There was no mistaking
It tortured him
Police showing up at the door
He simply couldn’t bear it
I hate the Fuhrer
The Bitter sweetness of uncertainty
Every minute, every hour, there was worry
A Jew in the dark
A bad dream
I hate the Fuhrer
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