Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Poems of Erhard Hans Josef Lang
The Fool (translation)
At the end of this my journeying on earth
I'll be taking down the mask, thus:
At the end of my journeying,
I'll hurl it now against the smilers of the herd.
Now has come the end of the laughter,
and of the fool's farce.
Since the end of the laughter will have come,
it were a moment of accusation.