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RFERL Transmitters, Biblis, De, 2007


As the self-appointed “leader of the free world”,

you allow yourself certain liberties,

lies and perversions,

to serve what you call the greater good.

The “free market” decides,



the direction of today’s morality.

In dollars and hubris you trust.





Your traitor gave up our traitors.

In your hubris, you miss the irony.

You call it treason,

we call it reason.

Mass-media, mind games and control,

I can only be true to my own soul.




Royals at play.

Grainy film footage,

kings, queens, princes,

splashing and frolicking,

the audience oohs and aahs,

how wonderful and delightful,

they say,

to see the rulers at play,

at ease and human,

beautiful princesses.

I bristle,


thinking of the underclass

contemporaneously exploited, bled dry,

no time or energy leftover

for frivolity,

for life.

Pain and injustice,

the masses suck it up.

Disgusted, I shout: “Let’s lynch the royal scum!”

Inside and outside, I cry.





stupid and brutal

but don’t we all?

Autonomous masters, they say,

of our own destruction.

Or, is it deconstruction,

an attempt to get to what ills us?

(Pump out my stomach!)

Downward spiral,


Searching, searching,


Perhaps we just like blood,

especially our own.


proof of identity.




They needed more slave labor,

so they arrested me on a baloney charge

and sent me to prison,

Gulag, let’s say such.

They needed more slave labor,

so they gave you an interview,

made you jump through the hoops of an application,

made you feel that you earned their approval,

and they gave you a job.

Now we are equals.




Ah, the 1913-14 Tango Craze,


I remember those days.

For those who could,

decadent dreams of uninhibited consumption…

Tango dance, Tango chocolate, Tango underwear.

Meanwhile workers and peasants are squeezed to death,

and our hero’s mother dies of consumption


In so many ways,

Art imitates life


like a dog to vomit,

the sick society eats itself.





The government taxes you,

to provide

and to protect you…

With and from what? (I ask)

… Sinkholes, potholes,

a trail of breadcrumbs through the forest …

Indeed, the system taxes

and exploits you for itself!

*They* create and perpetuate

shit and spectres,

fear and loathing

the lubricant of their machine.

The authorities are parasitic,

the populace delusional

and busy exploiting their

friends, neighbours

and own subjects.




I glance at the TV screen (thankfully on mute),

it tells me

that one quite good Tennis player who has earned $16,000,000

is playing another quite good player who has earned $14,000,000

… Obscene, unimaginable figures for normal people.

… I turn the TV off.


I remember, vaguely from childhood,

when stats like height, weight

and whether a player used a single

or double-handed backhand

were relevant.

Time passes,

shit amasses,

and money is the lubricant of all.




It rings so fucking hollow,

why would I choose to follow

your banal cacophony

into the abyss?

You don’t remember,

let alone mourn or miss,

the lost Jews of Salonika.

I, therefore, spit in your eye

and choose my own,

nobler way,

I try,

I strive,

I hope,





The government wants to execute you!

But their heart isn’t in it,


otherwise it would already be done.

The pretence of justice,

trial and jury,

would be dispensed,

abiding by convictions,

the system would do as expected,

and you would be shot.

But instead you are hung

and left hanging,

in limbo,

in hell.

Often, you wish they would shoot you,

like a dog,

just get it over with,

but society cares more about dogs

than people.

Uncertain fate,

neverending circle of hate.

Inside, torment

is never dormant.

Yes, they have decided to torture you

in the way that only life and living

can do.

The government wants you

to execute yourself.