Come Home Adolf

Come home Adolf
It’s been so long
To lie in silence
For someone so strong
All is forgiven
And I am concerned
Forgiven, forgotten
But still we are spurned

The years are not gentle
They’ve furrowed my face
My back has been bent
Under years of disgrace
I lie like a lover
On a hospital bed
And I’m old and I’m withered
Toothless and dead

Come home Adolf
Your clothes smell of smoke
You’ve got cyanide fingers
You spit and you choke
You’re pale and you whisper
Victory is mine
And you fall back exhausted
Depraved and divine

1983