Poems

The sun warms everyone everywhere equally … There is no
alien sky with an alien sun,
as you claim, my good Alexa, in your poem Remain
here. Neither in your time nor in mine, equally
taxing. Only people are alien to each other under the common sky
and the common sun. Especially full of hatred
for one another are the brothers you
refer to. From Cain and Abel onward. The most reliable
witness to that is precisely the sun, who decides whether
crops will mature or burn, whether there will be bread
and wine. Also a witness to the fact
that the homeland for which everyone
should lay down their life is not a mother … I do not believe
a man is born to die for his country. Especially not for the one which has
always been a battleground, an arsonfield and a slaughterhouse.
Which, if a mother, is a murderess of her children …
The sun warms everyone everywhere equally …
There is no alien sky with an alien sun,
as you claim, my good Alexa, in your poem Remain
here. For a human being among human beings,
as long as he or she is a human being and truly
among human beings, flowers and wormwood grow equally.
That’s why I advise all those you’re asking to remain here
to go and remain where
they won’t have to ask themselves who is going to kill them,
but who is going to love them.