A difficult question by Jürgen Olschewski

The man made everything simple.
The man understood my destiny.
Upon our ancient hidden enemies
he shone the beam of his blue eye.

The man told me we were great.
That we deserved a greater living-room.
He gave me jobs, health, and a sign.
A hooked cross to hang upon.

The man would talk but never listen.
We would listen but fain not talk.
No one asked him a difficult question.
And so our life became a sweet obedience.

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