there is great disorder under heaven, and the situation is excellent
I have always been sacred of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your godbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—-
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could speak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you