Portrait Of A Depressed Man

Oh scandal, oh wrong way and why?
Do you love me good and kindly people?
When good is captured by evil
Who knows what simplemindedness,
to ring Arab countries, to know that
we are real people, to digest the truth.
Standards and values mean nought to
I am not afraid of bad vibe merchants,
of those whose power lorded over me
is just an emancipation.
I never liked you strange people.
But they are my people.
My country, my world, my lunacy and my
You see reality which is so much a part of  
everything is that an imbecile can just blink  
and everything becomes denied.  
  Never has sweet lust left me so horrified,
  so disinherited, so responsible for things
  that weren't my responsibility, so lost and unholy.