Der glücklichste Mann der Welt

Er war der glücklichste Mann der Welt
Ein König, nicht Geld bedurfte
Oder arbeit oder Gesellschaft
Aber alle seine Wünsche zauberlich erfüllt.
Und Zauber, das war bei ihm sehr erliebte,
Wie Schlösser, Geschichter, Königer,
Alles mittelalterlich.

Er war der glücklichste Mann der Welt
Keine Frau über alles schreien
Seine Lande war für ihm allein.
Keine Kinder für alles dienen
Nicht anders als seine Wille tun.
Rundherum seine Untertan tanzten
Um mit vollig Liebe glanzen
Rasch durch viele Jahre verschwinden
Herrlich Vergnügen blitzenden.

Er war der glücklichste Mann der Welt
Ein Heidnischer im Christlicher Konigtüms
Um Macht und Liebe seiner Emporung
Mit der Macht der Vertrage
Er ordnet
Die aus Chaos geborene Welt.
Und er sucht
Die Apfel der Unsterblichheit.
Der Schönheit der Natursshauspiel ziegt
Wie Neuschwanstein
Ein neue Himmel sein.
Aber was Machte und Liebe mit
Im unser Neuzeit
Sonst Geld?
Und ohne Geld
Wie liebt man ein?
Für Königen
Das kann nicht sein.

Eine Krieg kampfen
Für allen werde
Mit großen Pferd
Und großen Schwerte
Eine große Aufgabe
Und große Bestrafung.
Aber für der glücklichste Mann der Welt, was?
Seine Konigtüms verloren
Alle Vertrage verschwinden
Eine wirklich Götterdammerung
Für allen Deutschen.
Jeder drei Jahrhunderten
Eine groß Ring
Schwarzer Tod
Dreißig Jahre Krieg
Und Zwei Welte Kriege.
Der Ring des Nibelungen.

© Copyright Jerome Raymond Kraus 2006

The Good Constable


I am, The Good Constable
I saw, my nation’s plight
I did, and ever shall
Do, that which God tells me to be right
I tolerate no hypocrites
No forgers of false writs
Who dare invoke God’s word
Unleash his terrible, swift sword
With scarce a thought on other’s pain
So eager to remain
In state of power, wealth or gain.

I am The Good Constable
I do protect and serve
All through the power of the Lord.
When Charles sought to crush old England’s will
I needs applied my regimental skill
To forge a weapon none would dare to try
A Puritan inspired, modern, model army.
And with such skill as God saw fit to grant
I did subdue the heretical tyrant.

I am The Good Constable
A Heretic King’s a millstone
Round my neck, strangling
Land and populace
A headsmen’s axe shall in a trice
Break ties that bind in one quick slice!
And should the Scottish thane
Or Irish Kerl
Uprear his head in treason’s name
By God, no man, nor boy, nor girl
Shall live to see another day
In any land where I hold sway.

I am the Good Constable
The Dutch think I’m no admiral
But they should know that Oliver’s
A most effective Governor
On land or sea, in time of war.
I’ve no quarrel with them
On matters of religion
But they’ll ne’er have dominion
O’er the seas round England.
This Parliament’s another thorn
Whose petty tricks I laugh to scorn
Should they see fit to face me down
We’ll see whose head shall wear the crown!
I be no King, nor shall not be
I seek justice and liberty
But hypocrites who force the game
Must understand they cannot tame
God’s righteous wrath against their rule,
Lord Oliver is no one’s fool.
I cannot know what fate shall bring
A Lord, a President, a King
But through it all, God’s will be done
In Oliver’s grand kingdom.



© Copyright Jerome Raymond Kraus 2006

A Special Day

“They’re right there
Bobby,
Real clear
Those photos
Show Russian silos
Full scale Russian missiles
They can hit us
At any time
Across the whole eastern coastline.”

“Yeah, I can see them,
Jack.
Sure, they could attack
But what did you expect would happen
After the Bay of Pigs invasion?”

“They can’t threaten us that way.”

“It’s a sovereign country,
They have their own laws
They do things their way.”

“I’ll force them to take them away.”

“You can’t see every part of the country
They’ll hide them some place
You can’t stop the arms race.”

“I’ll stop the arms race
With the Space Race.
We’ll build bigger rockets
No one can catch us
We’ll be the best.
That’s the test.”

The President looked slightly frayed
From the events of the day
Some lines of tension
Creasing his otherwise sunny presentation
Of a man of vision.

“Where are the girls?”
“What girls,
Jack?”
“You know, the ones I asked for
I told two agents before
You came in
That I’ld be wanting
Some relaxation.”
“You seem to need a lot of relaxation
These days, Jack.”
“It’s a stressful job,
Bobby.”
“Still, Jack,
That’s an expensive hobby
You’ve got.”

“Speaking of hobbys,
Bobby,
How are those hearings going?”
“That’s no hobby,
Jack,
The Mafia’s a real threat
They corrupt
Our youth
They undermine our values, our truth.”

“They’re hand in glove with the CIA
Trying to put Castro away.
Pop always used to say
Play both ends against the middle
You’ll get your way.”

“What happens if both ends are on the same side,
Jack?”

© Copyright Jerome Raymond Kraus 2006