O how stupidly you pursued your course
Of life often going overboard
Helping those who needed help the most...
I remember
How you foolishly joined those women
Forced to scrub streets with spades and meagre tools
O you fool!
How come you joined 'em the lower class?
How come you throw away your nickel and brass?
Your family name...
A Goring were you, right?
How could you join the anti oppression overnight?
I remember...
You deliberately sending trucks
To get 'labourers' in thick mud and slush stuck...
You forged documents only to set free
Thousands of people belonging to a different nationality...
Your truck loads always stopped
Somewhere hidden in forest
Covered by hills...
You set the men and women free...
The labourers without hope
You sent them home by the mountain slope...
O what a man you were!
Fighting silently standing where
Many people wouldn't even dare
To move a single milimetre
There the flag of freedom you unfluttered!
O what a man you have been!
A rare Albert Goring...
Now after many years
Standing there by your grave with happy tears
I kiss your tombstone with love
O you were the purest whitest dove!
And your life?
I know millions out there
Would call it
'bon viveur'...
I am just one of them...
A miniscule grain...
A tiny one...
But inspired enough
To take on all the smooth with the rough...
The snowfall...blood stains on frozen ice...
The horrific deeds... The propagandist's lies...
O what a man you were...
O what a life you had...
Bon viveur...
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