Sometimes it is almost superfluous to make the effort to draft a new text. There are so many great poems and essays. A fragment from the complete works of Erich Fried is here today to encourage reflection. Of course I want to be a bit special and not let the records speak for themselves. As early as 2001, Paul Kalkbrenner these lines for his album "Superimpose" set to music - can listen to it, the gentle reader, at the end of this entry. * Friederich: ill. Who
against the laws of this society
never failing, never fails
and never notices will
is sick
And if you still do not get sick
feels at this time
in which we live must
is sick
Who is his private parts ashamed
and they are not cuddled and shame
others that he does not caress without shame
is sick
Who deterred
can by him ill morbidly call
and who want to make him sick
is sick
Who wants to be respected by those he despises
if he has the courage to
is ill Who
no pity has
with which he disregarded fight
and needs to be healthy
is sick
Who are sorry to used
the patients do not fight
the sick around him, others do
who must be sick
Who, for Pope morality
and rules maker
of love makes
is as sick as the pope
who believes that he can have peace
or freedom
or love
or justice
without violating his illness
and those of his enemies and friends
to fight and its popes and doctors
is sick
Who knows that he is healthy because he
a better person is
than the sick people around him is sick
Who in our world where everything screams for salvation
sees no single way to save
is sick
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