We walked the hillside,
Stumbled, we are rolling into the abyss.
We should save a companion, yet we push.
They push us too — we HATE and we kill.

We clutch at Bidens, Macrons, and Scholzes,
And maybe among us Zaluzhnys will be found?
The Slovaks betrayed, the Hungarians’ treachery,
And the Polish farmers are not very friendly to us.

In people, untruth,
In the world, alarm.
Over humankind a sledgehammer
And hope in God.