Bührle
Bührle
Made rich by selling arms to both sides
Of the wars and the more they wanted
To kill each other the more money
He made laundering his fortune by
Buying art exchanging blood for paint
At a good price too the Jews who had to
Auction off their galleries to
Get out of Germany before
The Nazis got them sold them to him
For a fraction of what he'd made making
The bullets that went through the foreheads
Of the millions art couldn’t save
In the span of a day, the plump queen bee in the center of her hive to bullets for those who art couldn’t save. You are a keen and articulate observer Austin.