Köhlerglauben

A parchment map sinks

in the bath, Mary dear.

And loses elasticity theron.

The ink flows in bubbles

that slide and dissolve,

our homeland washed and then gone.

A charter for life has the same

sorry fate

when communities fail to adhere.

Your mother fought hard 

for the life that you've had.

Yet the Lethe 

has washed her words clear.

Stand up to the man who

delights in your fear,

Stand up and be counted, my dear.

Your neighbours are charcoal burners

With blind faith in God

Stand up and fight that fat sod.