When I
	the cold at the root of my life
	should not feel,
	the hanging end of the noose
	not remember anymore,
	you could pass judgement about me
	and easily peel my faith off my heart.
	You are stingy, false, just move
	to gain a minute advantage,
	remain but mute,
	when all people are concerned.
	You have the eyes beyond yourselves
	by television sets and illusions busted.
	Correct your own children,
	before you execute justice.



      
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	     Jutta Onken 2013 - 2000