A Poem By Adolf Hitler

From John Toland’s biography of Hitler Vol 1 page 140  Written in 1923.


When your mother has grown older.
And you have grown older,
When what was formerly easy and effortless
Now becomes a burden,
When her dear loyal eyes
Do not look out into life like before,
When her legs have grown tired
And do not want to carry her any more-
Then give her her your arm for support,
Accompany her with gladness and joy.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Will accompany her on her last journey!
And if she asks you, answer her.
And if she asks again, speak also.
And if she asks another time, speak to her
Not stormily, but in gentle peace!
And if she cannot understand you well,
Explain everything joyfully;
The hour will come, the bitter hour
When her mouth will ask no more!


– Adolf Hitler , 1923

 

Richard Wagner's daughter-in-law escorts Adolf Hitler during the Bayreuth festival

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This sweet Love – James Yuill

I have just been mesmerized by this song recently …

Be, the greatest man in history
The greatest man that you can be
Just be

Walk, walk out on the beach with me
Walk out in the sea with me
Just be

All of the time you show me your love
Sweet love
And oh, how you know
This sweet love

Nights, cold nights wrapped in ecstasy
Those times still perplexing be
They just be

All of the time you show me your love
Sweet love
And oh how you know
This sweet love