Fright burns blue
like lamps outside a police station
where nowadays people do doubt
if you can trust those people at all?
Or if you pickup the telephone
you will in time get help from them,
as continually a vehicle is not available
but at the neighbour's house-uproar
five squad cars do turn up
with flashing blue lights
and sirens that howl.
Red and green lights as at traffic lights
tell you to stop or to go,
or if you do find them in the windows
of escorts
they do spell out another kind of danger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem