I Die of Thirst Beside the Fountain
I die of thirst beside the fountain
I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth
In my own country I'm in distant land
Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames
Naked as a worm, dressed like a president
I laugh in tears with hope and despair
I cheer up after feeling sad and hopelessness
I'm joyful and no pleasure's anywhere
I'm powerful and lack all power and strength
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I'm sure of nothing but that is uncertain
Find nothing obscure but the obvious
Doubt nothing but the certainties
Knowledge to me is cheer comfort
I keep winning but remain the loser
At dawn I say 'God bless and good night.'
Lying down I'm afraid of falling
I'm rich I haven't a penny
I await an inheritance; I'm no one's heir
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
I always work and labour hard
To acquire goods I don't even want
Kind words irritate me most
He who speaks true deceives me worst
A friend is someone who makes me think
A white swan is a black crow
The people who harm me think they help
Lie and truth today I see through them
I remember everything, my mind's a blank
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Merciful may it be to please you know who
I understand much and have no wit learning
I'm biased against all laws impartially
What do I do next? Redeem my pawn goods!
Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2015
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