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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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The Morality Of Euthanasia
So does Philosophy then, suffer from
the superficiality of its apparent softness?
Or do you find it harsh, my friend, and cold,
its objectivity a front to trivialise all human feeling.
Thus it is not a question of 'Can man reason? '
nor, 'Can man talk? ' but rather, 'Can man suffer? '”
I suspect that rights are really notions, misconceived
and threatening the happiness of many, if not most.
It is the greatest number that must be pleased
as, after all, we are but slaves of pain and pleasure
shuttling as we do, between the two.
Perhaps this can explain our morbid fascination
with euthanasia, or nicely stated, assisted death.
Could it not be the grand solution for all final illness?
Or is it a false compassion, behind which one can hide
those hidden homicidal impulses, a God complex
all wrapped inside the pages of their own psychopathology.
The taking of a life is but philosophy of murder,
and its attraction grows from seed to deed in minutes,
there is the prospect irresistible, of pain and pleasure
which, in the end will wipe it clean, the slate of morals
to give then to the greatest number, the hope of happiness.
Herbert Nehrlich
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We Are Germans
We always need a portrait on the wall.
Without it any wall looks simply bare,
the living room, the kitchen and the hall
adorned by men of salt and pepper hair.
Now I could be the Kaiser
or young Adolf in suit,
some older and wiser,
even Mozart cum flute.
It's the curse of our nation
we must have on our walls,
as a bold decoration
not the portraits of dolls
but of those who were chosen
dressed in army attire,
with a smile that is frozen
but the eyes full of fire.
You ask why such traditions,
my reply be astute:
Let those men call the missions,
we are here to salute.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Women Are Apples - Men Are Wine
Oh women, you apples on trees!
Only courted by honey bees
The best of you are at the top
few men have the guts to climb up.
The fear of them falling to ground
and staying there, never be found.
So many look under the tree
pick the fallen ones only to see
that the ones at the top are in wait
for the right one to come, not too late.
But the courage required to climb
and the journey that takes so much time
and the fear of a slip
are the reasons they skip
the best apples so high on their own,
(No bad apples are ever alone) .
And men, you delectable grapes
come in sizes, surprises and shapes.
While you dream of a romp
it's the women who stomp
all the crap out of you, nasty sinner
only then will they take you to dinner.
With some patience and skill
they eventually will
make the grapes of you men in to wine
then to take some small sips
with their ruby red lips
let you mumble the words 'you are mine'.
Herbert Nehrlich
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........ism
He pulled the trigger
on that noisy morning
in the Bunker of Berlin.
The pages of Mein Kampf,
just briefly soaked
were used to start
the fire that would mark
the end of an epoch
that had, astonishingly, given
birth to itself in 1928.
When a fanatic says a word
of hatred or of utter bigotry,
one must believe, as if it were HIS word
or be forever in the net of rank complicity.
So, he is dead and gone
but something ugly thrives,
it is called Hitlerism.
And it has spread to reach
all corners of a peace-less globe.
It dresses in the clothes of any emperor
and wears the mask of true benevolence.
Perhaps the answer is to close one's eyes
and listen to the music of oblivion.
Herbert Nehrlich
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