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1 " The war which is comingIs not the first one. There wereOther wars before it.When the last one came to an endThere were conquerors and conquered.Among the conquered the common peopleStarved. Among the conquerorsThe common people starved too. "
― Bertolt Brecht , Poems 1913-1956
2 " Hatred of oppression still distorts the features, Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly. Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and friendliness,Could never be friendly ourselves. "
3 " On a certain day in the blue-moon month of SeptemberBeneath a young plum tree, quietlyI held her there, my quiet, pale belovedIn my arms just like a graceful dream.And over us in the beautiful summer skyThere was a cloud on which my gaze restedIt was very white and so immensely highAnd when I looked up, it had disappeared. "
4 " Well, where is she ? Where the colossal / Mountains of smoke stand. / That thing there amongst the fires / Is her. "
5 " Mounted on the fairground's magic horsesAs among the children I pranced by --Bucking hard, we raised our blissful facesTo the marvellous clear evening sky --All the passers-by just stood there laughingAnd I heard them say, exactly like my mother:Oh, he's so different, he's so differentOh, he's so very different from us.Seated with the cream of our societyAs I outline my unusual viewsThey keep staring, till I'm sweating slightly --They don't sweat, it's one of their taboos --And I see them sitting there and laughingAnd I hear them say, exactly like my mother:Oh, he's so different, he's so differentOh, he's so very different from us.Up to heaven as one day I'm flying(And they'll let me in, you'll see they will)I shall hear the blessed spirits crying:He is here, our cup of bliss to fill!Then they'll stare at me and burst out laughingAnd I'll hear them say, exactly like my mother:Oh, he's so different, he's so differentOh, he's so very different from us. "