thinking

(under impression of Roland Becker music)

if they make all into one world
where will you find a place
to rest
see
race as a stigmata
military courts
speechless judges of guilt
where there is only one love misplaced
they speed up the dawn
of concentration camps for those
who wish to remain behind
closed doors
alone
thinking

Satan
I know your name up close
Oh Brother
what have you done to this place
what have you done
to humans
of Earth

(under impression of Roland Becker music)

if they make us into one world
where will you find a place to rest
all that you have known
to be yours

see
just the race is stigmata
they play with meat and bones of creation
military courts
speechless judges of guilt
silent crowds on the run
from sense and reason

where there is only one love misplaced
they speed up the dawn
of concentration camps for those
who wish to remain behind
closed doors
alone
thinking

Satan
I know your name up close
Oh Brother
what have you done to this place
what have you done
to humans
of Earth