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The ghosts of past are spreading wings of fire
They share their waste along the burning shore
We leave them there to keep each other dire
Because insane like us we wanted more
The distance swallows echoes from the future
When we look forward memories won’t last
Don’t try to rupture outcasts from this culture
Of course those maniacs will have a blast
To count on us you need us to remember
Responsibility that comes with war
Their battle cry of »Think about September!«
Will echo back and forth and timely far
Societies will split with halves uneven
And still they clench to fakes that they believe in.
© Dominik Alexander / 2021
Scriptorium '77 