II
We shall never again
Be glad of our days.
But perhaps
We shall be glad of our nights, and perhaps
Of the first hem
Of morning light.
Not today
Not tomorrow.
Not next year.
Some time.
III
Those who live in our country
Do not hear to screams
So clearly.
They rip my hearing
Where I live,
On another
Continent.
There I cannot
Escape them.
IV
I envy
Forgetful people.
I envy
The innocent.
I even envy those
Who insist
That they are innocent.
How calmly they sleep.
V
They forgot
To choose
A new heraldic animal.
The eagles are dead.
But man
Still exists.
They didn't think
Of that.
They forgot
To choose
A new anthem.
They sing the old song
And feel happy about it.
How happy they feel.
And yet: not all of them.
I shout: not all.
And yet: how much hope
Attaches to
Those few?
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