Fields of . . .

. . .ah, who'd even be able
to count
The Fields of October?

Evening Stroll

Who would want to talk about politics?
[Ah, who'd be able to mention all topics in the labels?]

When it comes to marching . . .

. . . Many do not know

That their enemy is marching at their head.

The voice which gives them their orders

Is their enemy's voice and

The man who speaks of the enemy
Is the enemy himself.

Bertold Brecht

Friday is Skyday

Leaning back to watch the sky
sometimes I try to count
how often those responsible for the politics
of the United States
have crossed a red line.

Recently I heard a peace-loving person murmur:
Isn't Obama but a fucking terrorist, himself?