From out of my heart I despise <br />Each and every slave of material matters <br />Who out of greed into the <br />Country's provision sheds even collects the maggots <br />And who regardless of the country's state of need <br />Goes about with loads of gold on his shoulders <br />and sighs out of being troubled. <br />And bad I say to be him who, <br />Fatherland on his lips <br />And pretending love, <br />But only searches for his reputation, <br />And, like an empty head of cereal ears, <br />Only strives for heaven, <br />But produces no fruit. <br />But he shall get my curses, <br />Who out of the breast of his fatherland <br />Sips the sap, the life <br />And power from out of his people, <br />And if miserable they have become <br />Only sits in the lap of pleasures <br />And derides the one who's bearing him.<br /><br />Erhard Hans Josef Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-out-of-my-heart-translation-with-original/
