Free as a MockingTreeBird

Walking through the rainy
streets of this city, I can feel
no awe for you, wherever
you might still be hiding to
await and to prepare your
crazy holy war. We know
for long there is no god
nor profet nor book nor
truth that could ever be
insulted by a mocking
bird of freedom, by the
deep giggling of play
loving spirits, who do
not recognize the shitty
bottom of your stupid
hatred, blindly raging
through our cristal
palace doors. Go and
keep away there in your
desert of evil. And leave
us here untouched the
way to live our art, to
be as free as a bird or
a tree, or a mockery
mixup maybe.


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