The man came down with a crash
He made a charge for admission
Running from wall to wall
Kill him or wet your pilow!
At dusk the exploited ones
Made their silent conspiracy
Ears caught words
from the wind
Revolutionized
their resistance
The omittance of their duties
And the crosses on the casket
Caused the storm of destruction
Over the world-worn continent
Where I once wasted too much of my time
Nothing has been
heard of me for so long
That they may well
think me dead...
I live alone in my heaven,
In my devotion, in my song>>*
The ruins became the new scenery
We thought they no longer smiled
Now it has escaped their notice
May the pester us again!
*(Friedrich Rückert 1788-1866)
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