Martin wears a new green shirt
Martin teases
Martin flirts
fear is sweet inside his fist
and Martin says
that freedom hurts
dark brown men they want your world
they want inside
your pink-cheeked girls
your way of life
your sugar pies
the youth are rising Martin cries
your mother’s milk your fatherland
the fear is sweet
in Martin’s hand
rise up he says and white girls sigh
that Martin Sellner
looks so fine
Martin wears a new green shirt
fear is sweet
and boredom hurts
Martin teases Martin’s cute
and dark brown men
make Martin’s boots.