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Category: Poems

The cock crows on the dunghill (Klaus Kayser)

The cock crows on the dunghill
Tyrant, dictator, terrorist
You, too, have only life
to live until you rot in your grave.

When devils turn into angels (Klaus Kayser)

When devils turn into angels
Angels always act like devils
No angel can trust his neighbor
Must protect souls, build walls.

Hands on Eternity caressing Hope on Prisoners (Klaus Kayser)

There are hands
Grub painless holes
In stony walls
Of dirty jails.

A business in old age (Klaus Kayser)

Nature tells me
You have to pay
The tariff is getting more expensive

The last Christmas story (Klaus Kayser)

Heavenly Lord, I report
from the last Christmas story:

Israel, you state of Jehovah (Klaus Kayser)

You state of Jehovah, Israel,
You pearl of God, you jewel

Yes, it is my corpse (Klaus Kayser)

Yes, it's my corpse
But not my corpse.
I don't know about me

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