képek, betűk

Growth, profit, number sequences, money, money!
even more, accumulation, media, and self-marketing.
individuals behave as if
they themselves were politicians or corporations,
the everyday excrement-ocean of lies
slowly surges beneath the shining Moon,
there are no devils, monsters, werewolves,
no witches and no salvation or punishment either,
only people. Only You and I. Like a mad procession,
like Bruegel’s The Parable of the Blind,
but here the blinds are deliberately eyeless,
because the light is knowledge, the opportunity
of being better is given, yes, it is there,
It just doesn’t interest the majority of people,
the new barbarism rides along in SUVs,
binge-watches streaming series,
pretends at spirituality,
smiling like an endless image in a ridiculous advert,
keeps asking pseudo–artificial intelligence,
however, gradually getting more frustrated,
laughs at every act of self-sacrifice, I am afraid,
but today it snowed a little. On the snow-white roofs
the brownish-orange roof tiles are cheerful,
the low-glimmering Sun’s light on the trees’
foliage, the hope of love, the silence,
solitude and the freedom of thought
cling to me as consolation. I stick out
from everywhere, alone — no self-pity, no consolation
accepting reality, the rules of the Universe, physics,
I am afraid. But if needed, I will be homeless,
if no other way, I will lose everything again, but I never want
to take part in humanity’s free plunder of nature,
in that mad, greedy, money-centred
gorging that they worship day after day,
accept and cultivate like an
unrestrainedly devouring a carnivorous plant.
I want in my thoughts: peace, fun, creativity, science, learning...
But now I mostly have only fear.
Accepting these does not make me happy,
but it is still better than being one of those
who might be said of in the future by our descendants:
"Those were those idiots who almost demolished our planet."