Bertolt Brecht. (№ 333657)

Instead of in the grove to play with their peers,
Sits my little son bending over his books.
Thus, only willing to read it
About frauds committed by the rich,
And the slaughter started by the generals.
When he reads about what our laws are
Equally prohibits the rich and the poor to sleep
under bridges,
I can hear him laughing happily.
When it becomes clear to him that the author of the book
bribed,
His young face suddenly light up.