Giveaway-simphony

  

The greedy desire for possession

 is pushing forward, burrowing

 with a thousand shadows unceasingly.

 Home's poisoned form worms its treasured

 fruits and the calvary of the average

 consumer man unprotected in his home

 is embodied in a single blow:

 it surrounds him, suffocates him, 

lavishes him with everything

 until he is suffocating.

Slowly, nothing can grow without interest,

 without ulterior motives; food, drink, love, or career

 - a free-thinking, creative-nature soon grows cold.

 Where can the saviour-creative mind sneak quietly?!

 When, to everyone's delight,

 the scandal reaches unbearable heights,

 even those who hoped for five minutes

 of fame are crushed. 

But you can't trust the occasional mall cat,

 testosterone-gigolo.

The world's most influential congregation

 is breeding signal-bearers like parasitic plants,

 and there is no longer any reason

 to try to protect and create the future in other ways

 - syrupy legitimacy is the new slogan,

 which is being hacked every day.

If only something real could be left behind

 for every man, and not a cross on a grave

 or a number on a square,

 so that descendants could remember

 him instead of any special meaning. 

For those who have tried to get by with

 a degree, but without connections,

 have failed in vain and sooner.

Those who did have trusted acquaintances

 became career-breakers first

 and then crushing monsters.

 Their turnaround was perhaps already over;

 in the totality of unemployment

 they were able to make a livable life

 and glorious careers.

 The gap between private

 and professional life is even greater!