képek, betűk

ordinary sounds, with ordinary shadows
human-shaped clouds with dreadful desires
every victory of ordinary stupidity
eats away at freedom, and fills its place with howling
it only wants to indulge itself, for ever and ever
the small indulge, the great revel, and selfishness
it devours the planet, leaving nothing behind
the politicians dance samba for them,
the press, the markets, the media and marketing love them
it stuffs itself, feeds and feeds, and its grin swallows everything
and it may seem as if they win every day
as if they could be free for ever and ever
there are no consequences; the whole world is there for their delight
behind their icy grins, like a howling little monster,
infinite emptiness sobs within itself,
and they recoil from every mirror.