I don’t feel responsible for something which happened before I was born
It is not important how I feel though
I must think about it until I am as confused and ashamed
As my parents and grandparents
As if they can relieve themselves of responsibility and guilt
By passing it on to me

They have succeeded in one way
I have the unmistakable trait of a well trained German
If you look into my eyes you will see the contempt and hatred
The by-product of the sick attempt to erase our past

My hatred, however, is not of foreigners and Jews
No, I hate old people
I wait for them all to die and wish them to die sooner than later
Perhaps then I can breath free of their guilt and shame