My, Dear Leni

It's been years since I saw you,

You were masked and mute,

your voice was muffled;

Friends didn't recognize you,

Others despised you,

Some, like I, loved you.

I look now and you,

Are frail and old;

The stories you tell,

Are not familiar.

You are Veronica,

A drink to your health.

You do not sing the songs

That blemish your C.V.

Your voice is hoarse,

The sound is equally crisp,

As it was,

Those many years ago.

Since his dramatic death,

You have been silenced;

Your patron is gone,

And so is your body.

Unheard for so many years,

For Deutchland Lied is no more.