Anton Wildgans

(17 April 1881 - 3 May 1932 / Vienna)

Leugner - Poem by Anton Wildgans

Wann halfst du jemals den Gerechten, Gott?
Ihr Glück ist Zufall, ihr Triumph ist selten,
Sie sind in deiner besten aller Welten
Der Starken Spielball und der Schlechten Spott.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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