Decomposing on rotten gallows
since forever,
murdered and forgotten,
is justice.
Afraid in dark dungeon
feeling real bad
lies ill and malnourished
courage that went missing.
Who has a lot,
will gain more
rich and the devil will rejoice.
Give presents to the strong,
fleece the weak
and crucify the real poor.
Hanging by the bowels,
it cannot scream anymore,
it dies on the tower's battlements
the compassion.
Brutally flogged on the wheel
violence rules,
and with wild cheers breaks
the solidarity.
On the pyre that went cold
the light disappears
burned to soot and ash,
our confidence.
Stretched on a rack
it's already ready
to lie in our face,
the naked truth.
Our bodies also dangle
up high on the tree
It's not to the life we cling,
but rather to a dream.
We don't hang on the gallows
or on the rope,
but to the desperate belief
in justice and luck.