Hawks snatch faults by its claws
always wanting to get more.
Not being one of your food,
i really havn't understood.
Just checking the precious docs,
knowing the fact you have docked.
They are vital but fatal,
and what you gain is zero.
Here, I pay tribute to this hawk,
whose from Stasi to Mail.
Without his friendly claws.
I wil be punished by the law.
Remarks:
HGW XX/7 was working for Eastern German Stasi in the film(The lives of others) . I just imagine I m the main character and pay tribute to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem