Kristallnaach
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It happens I mean that something rattles, like something got lost inside me. A sound, not even loud sometimes it rattles in a familiar way so rare you don't understand at once. You wake up, rub your eyes and look at an image between Brueghel and Bosch, nobody who worry about sirens, 'cause sound the "all clear" only half as much cost. It smells of "Kristallnacht". In the calm before the storm, what's this? Who very quietly leaves the town? Notables incognito scurry past, officials are not happy to come down, when the soul of the people always ready in direction of boiling-point rages and screams "Heil - Halali" and limitless hot roars for retribution - trembling with envy in the "Kristallnacht". But all they it bothers them, what is different, go with the flow as it should be done, they are for "gays are criminals!", "Foreigners are leprosy", need someone who seduce them. No rescue from the cavalry, Old Zorro does not care. He only pisses a 'Z' in the snow and is babbling before tumble down in negligenz: "So what? - - - - - Kristallnacht!" In the church with the Franz-Kafka-clock, without hands, it's only with strokes, a blind man in front of a deaf-mute reads Struwwelpeter behind triple-locked door. And the jailer with the keys in earnest keeps himself as a genius, because he pulverized loop-holes and sold them against claustrophobia during "Kristallnacht". Meanwhile, on the marketplace maybe, today unmasked with a true face, collects stones, grind the knife to that already ratted, rehearses the lynch mob for Doomsday. And only moored slightly to load, the galleys are already under steam waiting at the port for slaves, on the scrap from the unequal struggle of the "Kristallnacht". There, where Darwin suffer for everything whether for expelling or torturing people, there where power is behind money, where to be strong is to be an apple of the eye, disfigured by knuckling under and standing at attention. Even where people blows hymns on the comb, in barbaric greed for profit, "Hosanna" and "Crucify him!" calls if someone sees any advantage, is daily "Kristallnacht". | KRISTALLNAACH I have a feeling, a sense malign, something seems to slip my mind, a sound barely heard, at times familiar, absurd, Seldom seen, even then it disturbs You would wake, rub your eyes and behold, on a canvas between Brueghel and Bosch Who’s going to pay for an alarm, when a threat is only half of the cost? It smells like Kristallnacht In the calm before the storm, what’s goes down? Stealthily leaving the town, incognito, the big shots hurrying on, can’t be seen to be a part of that throng When the soul of the folk, on the rise, boils with anger, flares up and cries: "Heil - Halali" with unbounded rage, calling for vengeance on those they despise In the Kristallnacht But for those upset by anything new, they go with the flow, as they always do for the gays are dissidents, and immigrants a pestilence, need someone to sweep them away And the cavalry is not going to show, no Zorro to give a hot damn at most, he’d piss a ‘Z’ in the snow, staggering, indifferent, his legend a sham: “So what? Kristallnacht!” In the church with the Kafkaesque clock, missing hands just marks on the dial, a blind man reads kids tales to a deaf man, there, behind a triple-locked door And the guard holding the key-chain, he styles himself some kind of a djinn, he makes powder from the exits, hawking as a cure for the locked-in In the Kristallnacht Meanwhile, in the marketplace, perhaps, unmasked, showing their true colors today, collects stones, sharpening blades, to use against those now betrayed, the lynch-mob rehearses for a Judgement Day Moored briefly, preparing to load, galleys stand ready to sail, in the harbour waiting on slaves, on the trash from the one-sided fray From the Kristallnacht There, quoting Darwin, excuses they invent, whenever people they expel or torment, there, where money pulls strings, where the strong are the world’s kings Bowed under, standing meekly nearby, left singing hymns to themselves, while with a barbaric craving for profit, “Hosanna” and "Crucify him!" cry, anywhere there’s gain in it Every day, Kristallnacht. Only Kristallnacht |