„Like those who before us, full well understood.
We’re told that the poison is for our own good.
While they dry up the seas and set valleys on fire.
The coins on the hill pile higher and higher.
Or they will come softly, they will come low.
As if here in friendship with gifts to bestow.
One eye on your freedom, one eye on your soul.
Swords crossed in front of their Grandam Gold.“
Grandam Gold / Thea Gilmore
Der Brokkoli Tree mit Kaninchen:
