by Theresa Steigleder
Beethoven wanted all people to be treated equally at some point.
I’d say we screwed that up pretty badly.
That’s why we now have the:
Ode to today
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods
you child of the rich bourgeoisie
where have we sunk to?
Wasn’t all this once a sanctuary?
All will be brothers, you say
but you forget your little sister,
All beggars should become princes,
With our nature here on earth,
we work hand in hand
And the time in our land
oh, that should be for joy?
Tell that to the euro bill!
Freedom, most beautiful of all god thoughts
when did you explode?
Are they hoarding you in banks
or who collected you?
All should sing the same,
all should sing ONE song,
Diversity holds but much!
And to accept THAT –
Wouldn’t that be justice?
What is left of the sparks,
that you sang to us?
Who still hears the central idea
that looms dusty over Europe?
We are tearing down our borders
and are already building new ones.
And I? Am I supposed to be alive HERE
and be happy about it?
Moria and the Mediterranean,
inherited houses remain empty
Illuminated by burning forests,
surrounded by poison on our fields
Hambi stays and Hambi goes,
Payment is enough and reminder stands.
Between fake news and the lying press
Everywhere there’s on the face! / For whom is what of interest?
Attacks and police violence,
A hatred that echoes through the media,
Are you in favor? Are you against?
For some ulcer,
for others, a shower of gold.
All this is Europe,
All this resounds through our country!
“They should go” and
“They can stay”
“Behave yourself, you immigrant!”
“What? I’m allowed to, because I’m drunk!”
If all this is supposed to be so free
in our country, so wonderful,
well, we need some new sparks.
HUMAN, you beautiful spark of the gods,
you have it in your own hand,
You were born on the earth
and by luck into this land
Forget your accidental inheritance
because, HUMAN, remember
you are only a small spark
and not a god figure.
When will you begin to give thanks for your existence
and stop with violence?
It sounds so simple from this stage
but it is not,
We can’t wait in guilt and atonement
wait until everything collapses.
Politicians, you chosen ones,
Look at us with our power
Consider not only the economic deficits
but what you create WITH US.
We are not products within borders,
your administrators deal with people.
And I will continue to believe in
your arms trade in the roundabout,
nobody wants it anymore.
The most beautiful rhyme to the fact that we are fighting each other
I tell you, as a human being,
is and remains peace.