Muenchner Hofbrau House

Hitler's ghost still haunts
These somber halls,
The brass band playing
The marching songs,
Old white-haired men
Dream of past glory yet,
Remembering their Fuehrer
In his shining day,
And they, in black uniforms,
Sun gleaming on their bayonets,
The rulers of the world
In a thousand year Reich,
Shattered in five years
With fifty million dead,
They drown their sorrows
In their Steins,
Defeated, broken men,
In drunken stupor,
They talk of all
That might have been,
And I, a Jew, survivor
Of the Holocaust,
Proud member
Of an ancient tribe,
Who outlasted them all,
Would only pity
These broken men,
Were it not for the six million
Of my brethren killed by them,
And silently I praise my God
Who cursed their fate...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz