Dirty Poem by Pierre Rausch

You will be shot before the barricade
Between two pieces of glass
You have knocked at all doors
As there will be more

You won't be shot at the barricade
And passed gayly through the opening
They play along with the song
In the larger barricade
There are four of these dirty doors

And you're so dirty
Two pins at the uppercorner
A briefless lawyer, when I take to you
Dirt taken to care

Taking time and collecting forces
As there will be no more

Who had so tranquily entered
As there will be more
And beheld on the barricade

Emotional influence
It is a moment to pronounce
And it's in order

Standing on the spot
To speak low tones up
As there will be no more