Death and despair

By Hans F. Brobjerg “In fear we trust!” When God has lost, And justice is no more; When truth and right Have lost their might, As we have lost their lore. Equality, Which used to be, Now equals something else: “In sameness shall We all be nil!” So, nothingness prevails. A deadly threat Before was met With equanimity; For child and wife, Preserved by strife, Would set the spirit free. Now happiness Has lost her dress; Stands naked on the stage. Where wisdom's feast Her then increased, Her flesh, now, is our sage. Me does not fright the fated might of <i>death</i>, who reaps his share; I fear the guest Who takes the rest, Who steals the soul: <i>despair</i>.