The lazy are slaughtered, the world grows industrious./ The ugly are slaughtered, the world grows beautiful./ The fools are slaughtered, the world grows wise./ The sick are slaughtered, the world grows healthy./ The old are slaughtered, the world grows young./ The sad are slaughtered, the world grows cheerful./ The enemies are slaughtered, the world grows friendly./ The bad are slaughtered, the world grows good.
—Erich Fried [1921–1988], The Measures
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