My Poems Lack Allusivenes, They Say     

                             My friends tell me
                   that my poems
                                   lack allusiveness
                      They miss 
                             the slyness of Brecht
                   To proclaim a truth
                                                   openly
                                                              is no good.
                                 No one listens.

                        But who listened to you
                                 all these years,
                                              sly friends?

                      And don’t you see
                           how openly
                    the people take to the streets?
 

                                                        Oct. 8, 2010
 
 
 
 

                         They trample

                              ...they trample
                   on our rights, the people’s rights:
                     Spit on democracy.

                    For them, we always were 
                           “the street”, “the mob”.

                It’s so long already that they don’t know
                              how we live.

                         They don’t know how we suffer
                            nor do they care to know.

                      Their world is a different one – 
                      of LUXURY
                             and SPECULATION.

                They squander the riches of the earth. 
                     Squander, and waste them,
                                   day by day.

                      In their secluded quarters, 
                            their bunker mentality blooms.

                       They are afraid of us.
                                They collect information.

                   Long ago, they fortified the land
                        against us, the population.
                               

                     Their castles are banks.
             Their citadels – 
                             high security prisons.
                   They dispose of 
                                  an inquisition:
                           Of torture.

                  To their diet, they invite 
                             RESPECTED GENTLEMEN.

                  They sit with them, in council, to determine                                              
                          the methods
                              of our suppression.

                It is a feudalism of big corporations
                               that oppresses us.

                      Down,
                          down with it!
                      Smash it for good.
                               

                                     8. Okt. 2010
                                               
 
 
 

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