Transatlantic Experiences and Perspectives of Black Germans of the Post-War Generation
Edited By Marion Kraft
The Ballad of Mr. Sample (Thomas Usleber)
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The Ballad of Mr. Sample
And the Nazi holds a flag, dear shouting nonsense like “white pride” Just a smile has Mr. Sample behind which he tries to hide. Nazi songs are loud and ugly when by fascists they are sung Mr. Sample keeps his mouth shut no one knows what he has done. On an early Sunday morning they wake Wilad brutally The police raid his apartment They were called anonymously And Schmul Meyer is at the entrance but the office is now closed Behind the counter frowns Mr. Sample regretting that Meyer has no chance And Mr. Ndede wants to work hard like so many foreign men Jobs are assigned by Mr. Sample who lies he’s doing what he can And Mr. Rossi has been sentenced cash was missing in the box Mr. Sample who counts the money sneaks away like a vicious fox And the underaged girl Zoho lives in Thailand undefiled ← 389 | 390 → Mr. Sample enters her house and doesn’t see why he should hide In the home of refugee children the fire came unexpectedly Mr. Sample’s face is just smiles when he sees this on TV There are some who stay well hidden while some others can be seen Those we can see are only trickles Those in hiding are the flood.
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