The dictator

What the one
in here and now
reality
is going to be
Partner the
descendants
never know exactly

History
in the universe
is the time
the most real
Aspect of our
perception
from world

Everything
true and
really is
it is too
one
certain
time
the too
a sequence
from times
belongs

The past
is the inland
that in us
comes up
before linguistic
origin

Pictures of the
interpretation
of superiority
of thinking
the existence
the bill
of reality
of sizes
the low ones
stupid
people
from good
and evil
are those
certainty
not
in itself
listen in
want
the one
Eye blind

The dictator
rides in
drunk with blood
through the
streets

My grandpa
was high
on horseback
saddled
with uniform
and miners
excited

He wanted
as a faithful
Calvinist
the innocent
Hands of the
bloodstained
Epoch not
to get to know

Not enough
that we
still ahead
one hundred and seventy years
every twenty-five
Years brother
Wars took place

clandestinely
are that
cemetery peace
the princes
from the
somewhere
the commoner
from the
fountain of Youth
awakes

The fast
thinking elite
the intellectual worker
wants to
in the language garb
Hipp Hipp Hurray
back

And
are we
not willing
so threatens us
violence

If you want peace
prepare for war
from the bloodlust
the pious
never enough

The tragic
Wait for that
so the indivisible
human dignity
a nothing
has validity

The island
the soulful
is that
those with good
Look at
and money
us the
easy
the Levites
In here
and now
want to read

The annoyance
the suspicion
the mistrust
the hate
a labile
sultriness
Mood
may seem prescient
Ghosts for
yourself in
all eternity
have leased

The world disease
you can
arise
as a phoenix
from the ashes
as a prophet
the finger
in our
Sore
lay