a crown with no king
empty streets and empty seats
there‘s no feasts and there‘s no beats
the world turns round, just with less sound
and we are bound to our own hound
the world is kept, to learn, to adapt
the world is kept, to see, to accept
But what will be, what will we see
when all of this is history?
when now and here the father cries
he lost his job and no one hires
when now and here the children fear
their aunt to die, their aunt to die
when now and here there is more bruises
and he just beats and screams and curses
when now and here you only hear
this anxious voice, mind ‘n‘ soul – its toys
when now and here his cat‘s alone
the only one to hear his last moan
when now and here our problems
are multiplied by billions
are condensed in this small space
are brought together on one stage
are intertwined and like a knot
are dealt with fear and hate a lot
are so big and small a time
are just too real for a poetic rhyme
when now and here our problems are
so simple, big so old and raw
in times like these
a small thing is
as mighty as a king
with throne and crown
democracy to drown!
to ask and criticise
to multitask and fanatise
to find new ways and paths to go
But what‘s this path – where leads our road?
i want it to lead to equality
to fair, social, happy sanity
to not-discriminational solidarity
to love and spread of love to all
to open ears for those who call
to open hearts for those who fall
to open houses and open minds
for problems that may not be mine
to more lemonade and more lime
to democracy, justice and fair play
to life being of colour, fun and gay
to us – us all!
and let me say:
dear all!
that is where my part ends
i wish for you – as participant
in all of this: the poem, the world
please write and review
please spread the word
please send some lines
to join and change the mine
please rhyme and think
maybe toothbrushing over the sink
please y‘all be happy and safe
and please never cease to amaze