In dedication to the Blood Witnesses of the Munich Revolution and the NSDAP.
A poem by Savitri Devi
1923 9th November
Then came a day when confidence in Thy increasing might,
In Thy devoted followers and in Thy Destiny,
Thou stoodst in broad daylight against the public powers,
Slaves of Thy people’s foes, challenging them in an unequal fight;
A day when boldly facing the threat of the existing State
And its awesome machinery of oppression – its soldiery without ideas,
A tool in the hands of respectable authorities without souls-
Thy few and fiery faithful ones marched forth to storm for Thee
The citadel of undisputed power.
Their countenances bright with joy,
Their hearts full of that burning love that carries one to the ends of the earth,
And never turneth backwards;
Thy name upon their youthful lips,
As in all times to come,
Already linked inseparably with the holy name of Germany,
On they went without fear…
Sunshine is beautiful, and sweeter still,
Is death for Thee, death for thy great Idea to triumph;
For Thy reign to come.
On they went, and no force upon the earth or in heaven could stop
The impetus of their conquering step;
For theirs was Germany’s eternal soul after a long time wide-awake and free;
Theirs, the message of truth, the spell of resurrection;
And theirs, in spite of all –
After the coming flash of power and of glory,
And following untold years of martyrdom-
The lordship of the future;
Theirs the world, in its new golden age, after the final crash.
On they went. On its topmost wave,
The great unfurling tide of History that none can alter ar arrest,
Carried them to their fated goal:
To glory in unending time, – but first, to death.
The rifles of the wavering State went off,
And the bullets flew; and on the ground, in pools of blood,
Lay sixteen men of those who were the very best of germany’s best,
Thy faithful ones of early days, Thy chosen few,
Men of all trades and of all ranks, men of Aryan blood alone,
Men of all ages too, the oldest over fifty, the youngest just nineteen,
But all young men at heart, all looking to the future,
All men who firmly felt that, to begin anew,
And to build in truth and fervour, trusting one’s fate,
It is never too difficult, never too late.
In brotherly equality, in pools of blood they lay,
The first ones of an endless list of martyrs of the Cause of life in truth,
Under its modern form; the first to win the honor of giving up their lives
For Thee and for new Germany, their resurrected Fatherland –
And Thine – and; beyond that, new Aryandom,
Thy world-wide dream of beauty, – and mine.
There they lay, while the might that Thou were soon to overthrow –
The might of those authorities in the service of foreign wealth –
Gripped a few other of Thy trusted ones,
And Thee Thyself, and led you all into captivity.
On Thee, the heavy fortress doors were shut for several months.
The newspapers mentioned the fact,
Mentioned also the death of the first martyrs.
But outside Germany, few understood how great a happening had taken place;
How great an upheaval, in joyous sacrifice and death was taking place.
Heil the sixteen Blood Witnesses! For they saw if first in death, and now are not dead!