The country of the poet Hans Christian Andersen

In the past they were hiding

wrote anonymous letters

shouted anonymous heckles

anonymous phone calls

made anonymous attacks

now they are not afraid to show their faces

now they have names and faces

good Danish names

knitted Danish faces

now they have found each other

by letters to the editors

by opinion polls

by radio and television

they are feeling more and more

arguing already

that they are in the majority

still they are not organized

still they don’t march keeping stroke

but the party keeps ready

with open arms

and closed frontiers

A great many things happens

with surprising change

in this century

Fugitives

immigrants

all you with different hair

different noses

different color of the skin

different faiths and customs

This is the land of Hans Christian Andersen

learn from him and get wiser

the national sport is to give somebody what-for

the humor paved by banana skins

in the mirror of the wide of people

victims

as threats

humanity

as un-Danish

Here it is virtue

even for highly-educated people

to pretend you even

can read or count

that few thousands are

hey presto

to be a migration

Ready when somebody says:

- I am a racist, but -

Then you just have

to jump aside

before they throw up about you

Denmark

once occupied by crazy Germans

soon occupied by obsessed Danes

my country inhabited by backs

my country where there frequently

is a great demand for shoes

which are too small

my country with shrunken horizon

mixed with the navel of the World

Denmark

my scowling country

grow up and great

open your eyes

spread your arms

then we will be able to draw ourselves up

belonging to you

Denmark

don’t be smaller than you are

be

fill in your part of the World

do our shame to shame

then we can renew your reputation

"Go back to Denver"