Half-certain, Half-mad, halfhearted
We are setting forth to a promise
On the road where you rolled
Your false scriptures
Your upward trends, your dead theories, your social contracts.
The pavement is being picked up and starts flying at you.
Cosmopolitan, gender neutral,
Universal, humanistic, humane
Who needs our common sense?
Irrational, spontaneous, natural
Intense, anxious, hysterical
Creative, brave, insane,
Who needs such a tool?
Strong and sturdy, resilient,
Physically and mentally tough
And drivers of trucks
Who needs their trails through the dark?
How much do we have too many,
Unemployed, non-contributing, uninsured,
Unproductive, unskilled, inflexible,
Unfit for corporate identity,
Inconvertible to human resources?
Angry, indebted, at risk.
On the verge of collapse.
This is not a storm in a glass.
This is your middle class.
Your households, electorate, citizens,
Demonstrators, protesters, revolutionaries,
Rebel-tax-payers, ex-owners, losers
But still patient,
Not defined by its occupation
But by its lack of relation
To parliamentary representation.
They have a power point message,
Jargon-free, politically incorrect,
Coming not from the left-right discourse,
Not from statistically aggregated scores
But from own life experience
Of excluded obedience
Simple message is ranted
“You can’t take us for granted!”
To this Wall Street awakens
And in Oakland there’s violence.
Respectively there are heroes.
But while no one was watching
On the backstreets where dark is
Somewhere north of Greece
In the beginning of the East
But not yet in Russia
Our voices are harsher.
Grumpy, desperate, tired
Existentially lonely we are vastly diverse
Neither here nor there
We don’t rant but we swear.
We have no ideology.
We don’t need no apology.
On the buses from Prague
In the railway stations
Migrant workers, sex slaves and PhD students
With no nerves or no manners
We don’t carry no banners
We are all going home.
We have nothing in common.
With no confidence in the process
In reforms, institutions and ballot boxes
In the inalienability of our constitutional rights.
We resort to fights!
And to racial violence even.
Not because we are simple bigots.
But because you failed to install justice
And defaced our freedoms.
This is not some chaotic anxiety
This is your civil society.
In full sobriety.
Asking for self-restraint.
I am always amazed,
When I go to America and hear the activists speak,
Not for fun or out of deprivation
But of duty and in confirmation
That a citizen must speak or lose.
This trust in communication
And the realization
That you are so deaf to the Public Sphere
Brings me to tears.
But I hear your laughter.
Democracy is a show for the EU
And to you
We are no good for better.
You repulse me.
I write you a letter.
What you make out of politics is disgrace
But disgrace we can face.
We are here and many and ranting.
We are granted permission for camping
To express the deep frustration
Of more than one generation
With this false legitimization
The world is no longer your fool.