The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1918-12-13
'"The Dawn of Light" A Soliloquy
and Confession by the Kaiser.
Written by John +. Thompson
Covert, Michigan

When l started this fiendish com
motion
And set all the world by the ears,
When / planned this war of destruct-
ion
With its misery, murder and tears.
] reigned like God among princes,
My word was the law of the land.
was loved and feared and respected
And | held the Fates in my hand.
My empire bloomed like a garden,
That is planned by a master mind
And titled by million artists
] Each one the best of its kind.
My people were taught to obey me
And if ever they questioned, why?
They were taught the Kingly' answer
| am God. am King. | am |.
So | worked and wrought and builded
With the souls and bodies of men,
And my work looked good to the
four winds true,
While | marveled again and again.
Thus my state waxed fat and pros
pered,
Though the burdens were hard to bear
BY the meek and lowly ones, laden
With the load of the favored and fair.
But the people are pawnes of their
princes,
Their lot is to labor and find,
So | nurtured, schemed and used
them,
|, this monarch, nemesis and friend
And those schemes of mine, were as
deep and dark
AS the oceans unfathomed abysses,
And my ungloved hand, that | offered
mankind,
Was as stained as Judas's kisses.
/ dreamed of the time / should rule
the world,
And the staff of my royal caste,
Should sway supreme Ger land and
stream
In the wake of the Prussian blast.
| played with the world, as a tiger
plays,
While waited and planned the blow.
That should fall like a plague with
muttered curse
Der the realms of friend and foe.
/ spared no pains as | drew the reins
Ger million dogs of war,
To whit their greed with the hope
of gain
And lust, that mercy nor pity might
bar.
When all was well, joined with He'll
And sewed the seed of the DEVILS
creed
The senorless creed of mortal hate
And it grew like a noisome weed.
| did thousand accursed things,
That would bar me from Hades if the
Devil knew,
That would cause the shades of my
bloody sires,
To hide their shame from his Christ
less crew.
At last | struck when the hour was
come,
When the world was asleep, and
and dumb
And the blow was aimed at her naked
heart,
And her breast was barred to receive
the dart.
But the God whose laws | had ere
defied,
Whose laws though mockery had de-
filed
Reached forth his arm and received
the wound,
And turned the assasin's blow from
his child.
Then in mercy he walked her, and
tore off the mask,
| had wrought by deceit to blind her
dear eyes
And babe her arise, don buckler
and sword.
And strike for the right and the God
of the skies,
He babe her chastize me and strip
me of power,
And drive me forth naked, and bleed
ing and sore.
That freedom might know me, and
hate and abhor,
And brand on my forehead the word
nevermore"
Now, punished and beaten and tramp
led and gray,
| am shorn of my kingdom, my honor
and glory.
My people despise, me, my gardens
are waste.
My hopes and ambitions are gall to
my taste.
Self banished, Pm barred from the
land of my birth
Without country or home on the face
of the earth,
Yet, more retribution must follow,
for sooth,
This triumph of Freedom, and Jus
tire and T,n,tbt