THE LAST DAYS OF SUMMER
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