Quatrains

Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell

From now on let the silver cannon be
The heart and core of our sound plutocracy
We will eliminate ourselves in second strike
If not, then with the first: It’s all alike.
Hold on, when all the cracking ships are sinking
And angels fall like raindrops from the sky
Hold on, for old man sun will still be blinking
Hold on, and spare the life of every fly.
The desperate attempt to come to terms
With all the nuisance that is caused by some important worms-
If wormwood was the means to leave my kind
Then I would drink it: Never look behind.



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