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Nightmare

On a pole, rotten and foul
Squats the conscience of nations,
Three childrens’ bones dance around the pole
Broken from a young mother’s body.
A sheep bleats the rhythm bäh bäh.

By Ernst Toller
Translated from the German by Peter Appelbaum

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