
Between city and wall fresh blood flows. Eighteen years now this flood has raged, So heavy with corpses it drags along I'm silenced to think how grim death by starvation must be (Oh Straßburg, how well you must know) So much of the spiritual treasury swept away in haste. Mourning for a Devastated Germany, Andreas Gryphius 1637 |
| The Cultural Destruction of Germany |
| We are no longer whole. We reek the stench of decay. Hostile clouds envelop us and trumpets blare, Cannons thunder; so little acquired, so much thrown away. Courtly virtue and honor have perished. The churches have been destroyed. Protectors of innocents gutted, maidens defiled... Fire, pestilence, murder, death. The tactics of siege warfare deployed. |
| The Expulsions and Refugees in Several Parts: |
| "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.." |