Dreams built up

  What foolish dog-show has this absurd nonsense world become? Their cowardice is like a murdering knife - it cuts into bone. What parade of nightmares is this? What kind of a brain-shriveled machine of instantly emerging lying propaganda images, sputtering and sputtering sinlessly day in and day out?

The exaggerated make-up of crypt-faces tattoos their wearers into prostitutes, prize-winning breeding mothers, chirping wax dolls. Who are the people of yesteryear and who are the soul-wrecks?! - Have you worked, suffered, endured to thrive or just to survive?!

Have you long since weighed yourself, which is the world, and which the traces of unfaithful handshakes and promises? Dumbly nodding heads, like hard-working Get Up Jancsik, idly loiter while the posters above reap the millions in interest.

Beware of those who might still have some honour left. They are not the ones who become traitors, who toiled and toiled for pitiful wages - but they clasp their hands in their faces, so that the unworthy bargain and career position of bitang giddies no longer hurts so much.

Their residence visas in other countries may be extended anyway, if there are more opportunities to expose their poverty. There is hardly anyone left here who has managed to speak up in a meaningful way so that happier faces can fill the few jobs left in the country and so that there is room for real values. - Through the most extreme, extreme cycles, we must remain human, educated men, so that the dreams we have built do not fizzle out!