THE LAST DAYS OF SUMMER

"The Last Days of Summer" by Wolf-Peter Arand

it's the last days of summer
dogs, men and women, trees and scared skyline by the river
proclaiming the dawn of a new time,
a new era, 
a firework is coming, erupting, dripping from the fingers

the broken, ragged figures shuffling from the trains, 
coming by foot,
not faceless, no more, but the fruits 
of our smug ignorance wrenching in their guts
while we turn our eyes away with decadent sobs.

faces, so many, thousands and more
men, father, mothers, women, elders and children
wrapped in blankets of horrors
and hopes mashed with undefined expressions

and fools stand by the road
and shout, bottles sticks and stones
break bones and utter hate and greed
pouring from their shutters

With the relicts of a broken idea
a Weltanschauung producing only hate and despair
a Weltanschauung so far beyond all reason it hurts
fools with nothing but the mischief they mutter

and i fear, it might soon be dark again
in germany, a winter's tale

my answer to all of you concerned citizens, fascists, nationalists, pegida, legida, ukip, front national, afd, tea party, donald trump, boris johnson, patriotic fools, völkisch identitäre, neo conservatives, dump protest voters, racists, nazis, religious cowards, fpö, npd, urban, erdogan, pis, fucking bigot xenophobes and all the other small hearted cockroach heads:

you've never achieved what you think
you have nothing to your name but ideas with inhumane 
stuffing of scuffing graveyard stink
so how does it feel to be nothing?

we are always ready to fight
in those last days of summer
we're scared no more
in those last days of summer
we won't let it be a winter's tale 
in those last days of summer
we won't let your lying betrayal catch us
in those last days of summer

you've already lost
you were always wrong
that won't change, indefinitely
we see through your bilious, litigious game
of mischievous, saxicolous half truths
but your actions' responsibility remain

you ask for my answer?
farewell you cunts and fuck off

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