Red Rosa now has vanished too
Where she lies is hid from view She told the poor what life’s about
And so the rich have rubbed her out.
(Bertolt Brecht, “Epitaph, 1919”)
Red Rosa now has vanished too
Where she lies is hid from view She told the poor what life’s about
And so the rich have rubbed her out.
(Bertolt Brecht, “Epitaph, 1919”)