I'm glad I don't speak German

and salute the fuehrer's flag.

Free of Stalin's frozen gulags

Not in Trotsky's paradise.

That Bin Laden's worldwide caliphate,

with limbs and heads lopped off,

remains the madman's fantasy

is comfort beyond words.

The stumbling democracies

that rule the western states,

frustrate at their complacency

depress with decadence.

Should ayatollas wielding nukes

set my children's fate?

May Slavic, ethnic cleansers

be Hitler's ugly heirs?

Terror in its multiforms

is child of rant and hate.

The bumblers chosen by the mass

protect us from the pure.

Me, still a wild extremist,

convinced of my ideals,

just wishing, hoping, craving

to be held back by the bland.

So! People choose the stupid,

inept, and sometimes, crooks,

but those who choose themselves, are mad

and ideologues kill for the good.

The visionaries of God or grail,

tread on a path of blood.

Save us from the saviours,

revolution's call is false.