Unser Gott Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP P QRSCTUVWGXYZA2DB2C2D 2 QRCQE2DF2A2G2YH2I2J2 D2E2E2K2 E2L2M2N2E2E2DE2E2E2D O2P2Q2R2S2T2E2U2V2RE 2E2W2| They held a great prayer service in Berlin | A |
| And augured German triumph from some words | B |
| Said to be spoken by the Jewish God | C |
| To Gideon which signified that He | D |
| Was staunchly partial to the Israelites | E |
| The aisles were thronged and in the royal box | F |
| I had it from a tourist who was there | G |
| Clutching her passport anxious like the rest | H |
| There sat the Kaiser looking 'very sad ' | I |
| And then they sang she said it shook the heart | J |
| The women sobbed tears salted bearded lips | K |
| Unheeded and my friend looked back and saw | L |
| A young girl crumple in her mother's arms | M |
| They carried out a score of them she said | N |
| While German hearts through bursting German throats | O |
| Poured out Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott | P |
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| Yea 'Unser Gott Our strength is Unser Gott | P |
| Not that light minded Bon Dieu of France ' | - |
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| I think we all have made our God too small | Q |
| There was a young man a good while ago | R |
| Who taught that doctrine but they murdered him | S |
| Because he wished to share the Jewish God | C |
| With other folk | T |
| They are long lived these fierce | U |
| Old hating Gods of nations but at last | V |
| There surely will be spilled enough of blood | W |
| To drown them all The deeps of sea and air | G |
| Of old the seat of gods no more are safe | X |
| For mines and monoplanes The Germans now | Y |
| Can surely find and rout the God of France | Z |
| With Zeppelins or some slim mother's son | A2 |
| Of Paris or of Tours or Brittany | D |
| Can drop a bomb into the Feste Burg | B2 |
| And having crushed the source of German strength | C2 |
| Die happy in his blazing monoplane | D2 |
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| Sad jesting If there be no God at all | Q |
| Save in the heart of man why even so | R |
| Yea all the more since we must make our God | C |
| Oh let us make Him large enough for all | Q |
| Or cease to prate of Him If kings must fight | E2 |
| Let them fight for their glory openly | D |
| And plain men for their lands and for their homes | F2 |
| And heady youths who go to see the fun | A2 |
| Blaspheme not God True maybe we might leave | G2 |
| The God of Germany to some poor frau | Y |
| Who cannot go who can but wait and mourn | H2 |
| Except that she will teach Him to her sons | I2 |
| A God quite scornful of the Slavic soul | J2 |
| And much concerned to keep Alsace Lorraine | D2 |
| They should go godless too the poor benumbed | E2 |
| Crushed anguished women till their hearts can hold | E2 |
| A greater Comforter | K2 |
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| Yet it is hard | E2 |
| To make Him big enough For me I like | L2 |
| The English and the Germans and the French | M2 |
| The Russians too and Servians I should think | N2 |
| Might well be very interesting to God | E2 |
| But do the best I may my God is white | E2 |
| And hardly takes a nigger seriously | D |
| This side of Africa Not those at least | E2 |
| Who steal my wood and of a summer night | E2 |
| Keep me awake with shouting where they sit | E2 |
| With monkey like fidelity and glee | D |
| Grinding through their well oiled sausage mill | O2 |
| The dead machinery of the white man's church | P2 |
| Raw jungle fervor mixed with scraps sucked dry | Q2 |
| Of Israel's old sublimities not those | R2 |
| And when they threaten us the Higher Race | S2 |
| Think you which side is God's Oh let us pray | T2 |
| Lest blood yet spurt to wash that black skin white | E2 |
| As now it flows because a German hates | U2 |
| A Cossack and an Austrian a Serb | V2 |
| What was it that he said so long ago | R |
| The young man who outgrew the Jewish God | E2 |
| 'Not a sparrow falleth ' Ah God God | E2 |
| And there shall fall a million murdered men | W2 |
Karle Wilson Baker
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