Turn the world around - a peaceful fight

A peaceful fight
F. Rohner

We are in a fight:
For honesty,
Respect and justice.

Shaping a body with a hammer,
To make the spirit and soul resound,
Old images and norms are shattered,
A different kind of music can be heard!

The hands hear, the ears see,
An unknown space opens up.
The eyes feel, the senses quiver,
Quite real, not a confused dream,
Hard the material, compressed, compacted,
Thrice through the fire, then smoothed,
Daily wrestling with iron in hand:
Sound impulses for a new land.

We are in a fight
With humour and mirth!
But there I see plagiarism of grave embarrassment!
Yes, we are in a fight.

He who draws blood from the sounding plexus,
Reduces the plexus to a collection of sounds,
Replaces the hand with a robot,
Pretends harmony, relies on bluffing,
He who avoids his own form, chooses an alien one,
That tells a completely different story,
Makes business with it, upholds noble websites,
Let him explain himself, let him stand up to it!
Now there's a headwind – we’ll see.

Judges are looking now, and looking closely:
Weak sheet metal or built upon spirit?

We have a fight here,
That's good, even a kind of merriment.
I speak, I play gu and ding, I sing:
That the debate may be settled,
That despite the hype it penetrates the consciousness,
To recognise a gift, the thing of things,
To withdraw it from the commercial haze!
The fight is fierce, we fight back,
For respect, honesty and the arts.