Mein Kampf

Every moment I've to fight
with a no mind which spite
I discern victory, when I smite
my foe with my dight.

This fair and rare gift,
Life, laden with bales and loads
put away regret and repine
but why me to have this kampf?

This Grouch I'm is not me
leave this talk and tattle in debris
let me enjoy the twain
of Love which I deign.

Raison d'etre for struggle being the metal
gold which time will foretell.