The Man Who Loved Beer

To whom can I speak today The brothers they are equal But the old friends of today They have become unlovable To whom can I speak today The gentleness has perished And the violent man has come down on everyone To whom can I speak today The wrong which roams the earth There can be no end to it It is just unstoppable Death is in my sights today As when a man desires To see home after many years in jail February through December We have such a tragic year As separate as the fingers Suddenly - as one - as the hand And the violent man has come down on everyone And the violent man has come down on everyone