Title after
Albrecht Dürer
A KNIGHT sits on his
throne in his safe castle
And cares for his
subjects.
He offers them all the
achievements
Of modern progress and
vows
To protect those who
trust him.
But is he always
knightly?
Is he at all times
unselfish?
Does not progess also
serve him
to manipulate, to gain
more power?
Armed to the teeth, he
is rigid
And thus unable to
act.
His glance through the
visor is limited,
Hardly being aware of
his surroundings.
He cannot see that
behind him is
DEATH,
To whom his soldiers
are exposed,
His castle is being
turned into ruins,
That even cement and
steel are passing,
And they cannot
protect one from treachery.
He does not see the
DEVIL
as the arsonist,
Who lies in wait in
the underground
To destroy, and who
already
Holds in his net the
whole world.
He thinks that he is
doing battle, but withoout noticing
That since long ago he
has become a prisoner under his power.
And he can only hear
what is called out to him
from the closest
distance, and of that, what is deemed he should hear
and also what he
wishes to hear.
In his armour he is
blind, deaf and rigid.
