My Poems Lack Allusivenes, They Say
My friends tell me
But who listened to you
And don’t you see
Oct. 8, 2010
They trample
...they trample
For them, we always were
It’s so long already that they don’t know
They don’t know how we suffer
Their world is a different one –
They squander the riches of the earth.
In their secluded quarters,
They are afraid of us.
Long ago, they fortified the land
Their castles are banks.
To their diet, they invite
They sit with them, in council, to determine
It is a feudalism of big corporations
Down,
8. Okt. 2010
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