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Felt like posting some poetry; fitted my mood and my feelings of dull despair at the world today.
kerk
BERTOLT BRECHT
from A German War Primer
(1936-1938)
When the leaders speak of Peace
The common folk know
That war is coming.
When the leaders curse war
The mobilisation order is already written out.
___
It is night
The married couples
Go to their beds. The young women
Will bear orphans.
___
Those at the top say: peace and war
Are of different substance.
But their peace and their war
Are like wind and storm.
War grows out of their peace
Like a son out of a mother
He bears
Her terrible features.
Their war kills
Whatever their peace
Has left over.
___
On the wall was chalked:
They want war.
The man who wrote it
Has already fallen.
(trans: HR Hays and Lee Baxenball
kerk
BERTOLT BRECHT
from A German War Primer
(1936-1938)
When the leaders speak of Peace
The common folk know
That war is coming.
When the leaders curse war
The mobilisation order is already written out.
___
It is night
The married couples
Go to their beds. The young women
Will bear orphans.
___
Those at the top say: peace and war
Are of different substance.
But their peace and their war
Are like wind and storm.
War grows out of their peace
Like a son out of a mother
He bears
Her terrible features.
Their war kills
Whatever their peace
Has left over.
___
On the wall was chalked:
They want war.
The man who wrote it
Has already fallen.
(trans: HR Hays and Lee Baxenball
