I remember those

who invented life

to dancing poetry

songs about love

grass and trees

the moon

and the gleam of the stars

flowers in the hair

believing in joy

the never-ending smile

all of us were

children of the sun

and love was without doubt

days of rainbows

softly nights

rising hope for our earth

eagerly longing

for nearness and care

together wherever we lived

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children of love

with peace as demand

war was utterly ignorance

the blood-red shadows

of deceit and profit

known as

the identity of the fool

children of flowers

played with fire

stumbled fell in ruins

a desert of granite

grey reality

they fled

into dreams and intoxication

the web of the rich man

the claws of the speculator

the protest became gorgeous capital

they all were present

the critics the pedagogues

the psychoanalytics

influential judges

the society-supporters

with stability

as the ideal

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The joker sat hidden

smiled amused

looked at it as a dramatic theatre

audience and actors

in each world

bourgeois

against gypsies and rebels

worn thin attitudes

tower up complexes

free fall in the cave of neurosis

fie and whew

about sex and lust

the truth

was a dangerous monster

sanguine-party

the land of happiness

the hunt for the door of Utopia

storm against barricades

muddy sediment

neglected promises

the convulsive veil

of stagnation

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belated wisdom

writes history

no man’s land

is now gone

the apostles of peace

are assimilated

done without risk

toothless and small

money speaks

demands its will

gags strangles triumphs

searchlight on causes

the greed has weapon

Mammon flatters

suggestionizes

will children of the sun

awake again

invent life

to dancing poetry

bid defiance to the pessimists

infect the surroundings

let joy of life

and spontaneity

whirl

without stop