Money (An English Translation of my German Poem : "Geld")

Laying by a tree

with my head hung.

Many birds fly above

and I think

"Why can I not fly?"

 

Life with no wings

is not life at all.

But I want to see the world

how the bird sees.

 

Life can be very hard

but the bird still flys.

A land of blue, white and

wind.

 

That is the best life for all.

But it could never be the life for me

or for any.

Money has taken over

and that is all any will see.

 

Our children will not fly

nor our grandchildren.

They will sweat and slave for a

green world

And the blue will fade along above their

hanging heads