Sirens

So the Fuhrer is still alive?
Is he fit?
Ran Germany with an iron hand,
Everybody jumped to attention until April 1945,
Now you tell me that Adolf is breathing,
Still in Berlin.

So where is he?
In hiding,
Running another country,
Even at his advanced age,
Nervously cradling his buckle,
Standing on a podium somewhere in another dimension,
Still screaming.