Hey Hey

Hey, hey: it's raining on the houses of Ljubljana, and they curtain themselves in grey against the sun. They are burning down our Edinost in Trieste. Christ went to the League of Nations. No, not the good and handsome one glowing in a halo of love. There is a Pseudochrist in Geneva. You say it's raining in Geneva, too? Christ went among the brown rebels, there he stands in the grey street banishing scribes and pharisees. He shoots and kills. Shoots and kills. Oh, you sheepish, you white nation! Will you now see yourself for what you are?