zondag 30 september 2018

Immigrant verwondt asielzoekers

I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would’ve stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death

© Bob Dylan, 1967

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