Harald Kislinger

“Once before we have prevented a nuclear power plant/ Instead of pulling on one string/ The idiots fight/ The parties/ they all fall apart/ fly/ into the air/ instead of appearing with one voice: and to put up a worldwide sign, for something unmistakable to raise us up to the pathetic, we sink into squabbling. Small. Ridiculous. A black hole/ takes hold of us, pushes us into the darkness of hell.
I hate the politicians, the cowardly dogs.
These servants: of an unscrupulous economy-mafia.
We don’t have any chance to prevent the plant, no one listens to us.
We are sinking – right/ is where a power stretches/ we sold ourselves: to the powers of devilish nature/ We lost our dignity – and our pride/ I don’t read the newspapers anymore, they cheat the people in the name of the politicians – inciting them.
I am marked/ We all are marked/
They’ve pushed us to the ground. In the 80s/ We had to buy SpecialMilk.
We had to rip the children from infested sandboxes/
Sponges/ We suddenly weren’t allowed to eat anymore/
The whole mill quarter/ infested: the ground: poison/
But those idiots/ didn’t learn anything from it/ Those horrible deniers/
Smallminded party fights/ Ridiculous: embarrassing/ The people: have to rise/
We don’t stand a chance/ That mustn’t matter to us/
1986/our children had just been born/ all hell broke loose above us/
Who still remembers that?/
Who?”