We always need a portrait on the wall. <br />Without it any wall looks simply bare, <br />the living room, the kitchen and the hall <br />adorned by men of salt and pepper hair. <br /> <br />Now I could be the Kaiser <br />or young Adolf in suit, <br />some older and wiser, <br />even Mozart cum flute. <br /> <br />It's the curse of our nation <br />we must have on our walls, <br />as a bold decoration <br />not the portraits of dolls <br />but of those who were chosen <br />dressed in army attire, <br />with a smile that is frozen <br />but the eyes full of fire. <br /> <br />You ask why such traditions, <br />my reply be astute: <br />Let those men call the missions, <br />we are here to salute.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-germans/
