Answer

It’s a miserable conclusion
These dark secrets
Loom up like mushrooms
Out of nowhere

The sins of the fathers
These bastards
Increase upon their children
Such literature!

The Negro with his
Slave history gloats
Like the Jew
In his Auschwitz

Dachau, Belsen
Though not a finger
Ever touched fire
Or a cotton boll

Someone must token
Filthy blood
Your German mother
A child of murder

Old debts pay hard
No matter what they say
Blood for blood
The human way