The burning desire
to belong
leads us to hurt those
who we believe
do not belong
Unrooted, alone and homeless
we hang onto the arms
of the so-called like-minded
The image they have
of a common enemy
bonds them together.
Without an enemy
they are nothing
Poor in possessions and spirit
but not wanting to be,
because it is easier
to give others the blame
than to work
on oneself
or at all
Everyday duties
responsibility
the strains of constructing
the danger of failing
All this is quickly
evaded
with romantic words
with hatred
and fury
With feelings
and deeds
of destruction
Romanticism
is a dangerous drug
because it shies reality
The ideology
of selfish and self-important dwarfs
[Text by Marion Schneider]