ISTVAN DABI

ISTVAN DABI

STARS

I was looking with pleasure

- and curiously –

at the sky by night

but the stars surely

didn’t like it

because they have asked the wind

to hide them

from the naughty eyes ont he Earth

but when

the sky began to thunder again

they were scared

and looking at the earth saw

also those little stars trembling

pressed close together

MY DUTY

My mother imagined that

I was born to live peacefully

My dad hoped

I’ll perfect – as an engineur –

The out-dates machines

They both were wrong

My duty is to fight

On the dusty ruins

Of the crumbling past

With the poor-spirited ones

With everybody

Who disdains the others

Who fears from the different ones

My duty is to fight without stopping

To creat a new world

And I must not rest beyond my death

Until all understand

The whites that the blacks are not dirty

The black that the whites are not ghosts

And the belivers accept that

There is only one GOD – if he exists really –

With many names

And the other man is

Neither worse nor better

Only DIFFERENT

Xxx

I broke off the handcuffs

Unrolled the chain from my body

But I had still the rope on me

I cut it too

But I was covered with viscous sticky mucilage

I dragged myself to the sun

The muces dried

And scaled of me

But thin spider’s web is still a barrier

At free soaring

What I am not able to get rid of

Because artful dodgy spiders

Observing me from their hiding places

Are waiting for the moment

When they can close me again

In their net

ISTVAN DABI

(Hungary)