Merkel Muslims to finish Hitler's "work" ?

This post is practically  a continuation  of "Merkeldämmerung" which I published recently. Thank you to Vlad Tepes for the sub-titling and to Ava Lon for the translation.

A fish starts stinking from the head, they say and for the SPIEGEL, a media that is really far from being "alternative" let alone "rrrrrrright wingggg" not only to start seeing the elephant (or camel) in the room, but even "daring" to name it, the stench in Germany must have become all pervading.  

But not only Jewish children......non-Jewish German children are also the victims of Merkel's Islamisation of Germany. 

Caption reads: 
Hatred of Germans
How our school children are turning into victims

In this intervention, recorded in the German Bundestag on the 27. 4. 2018,  Dr. Bystron, member of the Alternative für Deutschland (AfD) refutes serious allegations by the Socialist partners (SPD) of Merkel's Coalition Government who had accused the AfD of politically using the Persecution of Christians for political gain. He reads out a report from a German Student which poignantly shows the failure of the Socialists to protect  Children from the consequences of flooding Germany with non-assimilable migrants, now frequently referred to as "Merkel Muslims".

In a recent interview with the Compact Magazin, Dr. Bystron suggested that only now, after the increasing anti-Semitic attacks can  no longer be hidden away or attributed  to "the extreeeeeme Rrrrright", is the main media slowly starting to also talk about the attacks on non-Jewish German children.

Am Brunnen vor dem Tore
Da steht ein Lindenbaum;
Ich träumt' in seinem Schatten 

So manchen süßen Traum. 

Ich schnitt in seine Rinde 

So manches liebe Wort; 

Es zog in Freud' und Leide 

Zu ihm mich immer fort. 

Ich mußt' auch heute wandern 

Vorbei in tiefer Nacht, 

Da hab' ich noch im Dunkeln 

Die Augen zugemacht.

Und seine Zweige rauschten, 

Als riefen sie mir zu: 

Komm her zu mir, Geselle, 

Hier find'st du deine Ruh' ! 

Die kalten Winde bliesen 

Mir grad' ins Angesicht; 

Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe, 

Ich wendete mich nicht. 

Nun bin ich manche Stunde 

Entfernt von jenem Ort, 

Und immer hör' ich's rauschen: 

Du fändest Ruhe dort !