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Firebugs dragging their gasoline bottles are approaching the Academy of Arts, with a grin. And so, instead of embracing them, let us demand the freedom of the elbow to knock the bottles out of their filthy hands.

Bertolt Brecht

I am a playwright. I show What I have seen. In the man markets I have seen how men are traded. That I show, I, the playwright.
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Men Show Traded
For the task assigned them Men aren’t smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.
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Clever Lying Smart
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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Dark Inspirational Singing
When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.
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Doe Hurt Scar
Even the most blockheaded bureaucrat, provided he loves peace, is a greater lover of the arts than any so-called art-lover who loves the arts of war.
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Even Greater Love Lover Peace Provided War
People who understand everything get no stories.
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People Stories Understand
What they could do with ’round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
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Peace Running War
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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Banker Clerk Fog
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
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Become Doing Evil Invisible Suffering
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Majority Purpose Shoulders
Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.
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Men Scholarship Turns
The fate of man is man.
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Fate Men Trust
Unhappiness doesn’t grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won’t fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man’s doing.
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Fall Men Tiles
The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.
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Lasts People War
There must always be some who are brighter and some who are stupider, the latter make up for it by being better workers.
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Latter Stupidity Workers
Recently my fingers have developed a prejudice against comparatives. They all follow this pattern: a squirrel is smaller than a tree; a bird is more musical than a tree.
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Bird Perspective Squirrels

Firebugs dragging their gasoline bottles are approaching the Academy of Arts, with a grin. And so, instead of embracing them, let us demand the freedom of the elbow to knock the bottles out of their filthy hands.

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Firebugs dragging their gasoline bottles are approaching the Academy of Arts, with a grin. And so, instead of embracing them, let us demand the freedom of the elbow to knock the bottles out of their filthy hands.

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