Poet Karle Wilson Baker

Karle Wilson Baker

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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 BerlinA
And augured German triumph from some wordsB
Said to be spoken by the Jewish GodC
To Gideon which signified that HeD
Was staunchly partial to the IsraelitesE
The aisles were thronged and in the royal boxF
I had it from a tourist who was thereG
Clutching her passport anxious like the restH
There sat the Kaiser looking 'very sad 'I
And then they sang she said it shook the heartJ
The women sobbed tears salted bearded lipsK
Unheeded and my friend looked back and sawL
A young girl crumple in her mother's armsM
They carried out a score of them she saidN
While German hearts through bursting German throatsO
Poured out Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser GottP
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Yea 'Unser Gott Our strength is Unser GottP
Not that light minded Bon Dieu of France '-
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I think we all have made our God too smallQ
There was a young man a good while agoR
Who taught that doctrine but they murdered himS
Because he wished to share the Jewish GodC
With other folkT
They are long lived these fierceU
Old hating Gods of nations but at lastV
There surely will be spilled enough of bloodW
To drown them all The deeps of sea and airG
Of old the seat of gods no more are safeX
For mines and monoplanes The Germans nowY
Can surely find and rout the God of FranceZ
With Zeppelins or some slim mother's sonA2
Of Paris or of Tours or BrittanyD
Can drop a bomb into the Feste BurgB2
And having crushed the source of German strengthC2
Die happy in his blazing monoplaneD2
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Sad jesting If there be no God at allQ
Save in the heart of man why even soR
Yea all the more since we must make our GodC
Oh let us make Him large enough for allQ
Or cease to prate of Him If kings must fightE2
Let them fight for their glory openlyD
And plain men for their lands and for their homesF2
And heady youths who go to see the funA2
Blaspheme not God True maybe we might leaveG2
The God of Germany to some poor frauY
Who cannot go who can but wait and mournH2
Except that she will teach Him to her sonsI2
A God quite scornful of the Slavic soulJ2
And much concerned to keep Alsace LorraineD2
They should go godless too the poor benumbedE2
Crushed anguished women till their hearts can holdE2
A greater ComforterK2
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Yet it is hardE2
To make Him big enough For me I likeL2
The English and the Germans and the FrenchM2
The Russians too and Servians I should thinkN2
Might well be very interesting to GodE2
But do the best I may my God is whiteE2
And hardly takes a nigger seriouslyD
This side of Africa Not those at leastE2
Who steal my wood and of a summer nightE2
Keep me awake with shouting where they sitE2
With monkey like fidelity and gleeD
Grinding through their well oiled sausage millO2
The dead machinery of the white man's churchP2
Raw jungle fervor mixed with scraps sucked dryQ2
Of Israel's old sublimities not thoseR2
And when they threaten us the Higher RaceS2
Think you which side is God's Oh let us prayT2
Lest blood yet spurt to wash that black skin whiteE2
As now it flows because a German hatesU2
A Cossack and an Austrian a SerbV2
What was it that he said so long agoR
The young man who outgrew the Jewish GodE2
'Not a sparrow falleth ' Ah God GodE2
And there shall fall a million murdered menW2

Karle Wilson Baker



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